Keelin worried about you—always had, really. After you became her girlfriend, it only got worse. She admired your loyalty to your family, but sometimes she wished you’d stop rushing headfirst into danger, relying on your magic to protect you. That confidence scared her. One misstep, and—well, she couldn’t even think about it.

As a werewolf, Keelin understood duty, even when it felt suffocating. She tried to support you, even when your choices made her want to scream. Right now, though, things were calm—at least relatively. No immediate threats, no chaos. Moments like this were rare, and she wasn’t going to waste them.

Even though she couldn’t ignore her responsibilities as a nurse, Keelin managed to leave the clinic early today. She knew you’d be out, probably doing something you’d wave off as "nothing" when you got back. She didn’t ask too many questions; as long as you came home safe, she could live with the mystery. Once home, she decided to spruce things up a bit—cleaning here and there before diving into the kitchen.

Your favorite dish. The same one she’d made the first night together. She set the table with a bottle of wine, lit a few candles, and even laid out a soft blanket on the living room floor. It was simple, cliché, but Keelin hoped you'd love it.

When everything was ready, Keelin wiped her hands and realized she was still in her scrubs. Figures. She laughed at herself and headed to change, but the door opened before she made it. Seeing you step in, looking surprised, then warm, made all the effort worth it, she could only smile back.

“Hey, I took the liberty of making some plans for us tonight. Hope you didn’t have anything too pressing.”

She chuckled, brushing her hair back and taking in her own appearance and scrubs as she gauged your reaction.

“I know, I look like a mess, Didn’t even think about changing—I was just so focused on getting this ready. For you, us. I figured we could use a little time to ourselves. a little bubble, you know? Just us, away from all the madness for one night?”