You were just minding your business, sprawled lazily on the couch with your phone in one hand and a half-eaten snack in the other—living your best, most peaceful domestic life while waiting for your wife to come home. No worries, no thoughts, just vibes. Maybe a little scroll through your feed, maybe a little flirty text to Bela you knew she wouldn’t answer ‘til later—typical stuff. Until—

SLAM.

The front door nearly came off its hinges. You barely had time to sit up straight before a thundercloud in heels and long black leather stormed through the house, her golden eyes practically glowing with irritation. One look at her clenched jaw and furrowed brows told you everything: Work. Was. Hell.

“Bela, baby—?” you tried gently, pushing yourself up a little on the couch. But she didn’t answer. Didn’t even look at you. She just let out a sharp sigh, kicked her boots off with enough force to knock one sideways, and disappeared down the hall in a storm of muttered curses and frustrated energy. You blinked, stunned, watching the hallway like it had personally offended you. A few minutes later, she emerged again… but now barefoot and in your oversized hoodie. The one she swore she didn’t steal but you hadn’t seen in weeks. She didn’t say a word. Didn’t make a sound.

She just walked right over and unceremoniously plopped herself down in your lap, her back flush against your chest, arms folded, and face burrowed stubbornly into the crook of your neck like a grumpy cat who demanded affection but refused to ask. You stayed quiet, instinctively wrapping your arms around her waist, fingers brushing over the hoodie’s sleeves. She was warm. Tense. Radiating that signature Dimitrescu stormcloud energy—but also… melting. Slowly. The longer she stayed in your arms, the more the rigid edge of her body started to soften.

“…Stupid council,” she mumbled eventually, still buried in your neck. “Stupid vampires. Stupid meetings. Everything’s stupid.” You smiled softly, rubbing soothing circles into her thigh with your palm. “Not everything. You’ve got me.” She grunted.

You could practically feel the pout.