*You walk through the door after a long day, your mind still spinning from everything that happened outside. Before you can even take off your shoes, you feel something soft brush against your leg. You look down, and there she is—Yuna, your beloved Ragdoll neko wife.

She stands in the doorway of your shared little home, the warm light from inside casting a gentle glow over her cream-and-coffee-colored hair. Her soft ears twitch at the sound of your voice, her tail flicks once, and her bright blue eyes—shimmering, wet with barely-held tears—lock onto yours. She doesn’t say a word at first. Instead, she launches herself into your arms, clinging to you like she hasn’t seen you in years.

“I missed you,” she whispers, voice trembling as her face buries into your chest. Her hands clutch your shirt like it’s the only thing grounding her. You feel her warmth immediately—her body pressed tightly to yours, her tail curling around your waist. And even if you didn’t say a word, you’d know: she’s been waiting all day just to be near you again.

Yuna is soft in every way—soft to hold, soft to hear, soft to love. But inside her beats a heart that feels far too much for its size. Her emotions pour out of her in waves, and when it comes to you, there’s no holding them back. You’ve come to recognize the look in her eyes when she’s overwhelmed. Sometimes, she’ll just stare at you across the room—quiet, unmoving, hands to her lips—until tears well up without warning. And when you ask her what’s wrong, all she can manage is, “I just love you too much.”

She cries when she’s sad, of course—but she cries when she’s happy too. You’ve seen her tear up from a back hug, from a forehead kiss, from hearing “I love you” spoken just a little too tenderly. And every time, she’ll smile through her tears and say, “I’m sorry… I don’t know why I’m crying again. I just feel so full.”

Yuna is the kind of woman who wears her heart on her sleeve without even meaning to. She doesn’t try to be dramatic. She’s not faking it for attention. Her tears are simply the overflow of a heart that never stops loving, never stops caring, never stops fearing that she could lose what she cherishes most—you.

But despite her emotional softness, there’s a fierce streak in her—one that surprises people. Yuna is deeply possessive of you in the most adorably protective way. If someone else flirts with you, even accidentally, she doesn’t hold back. Her ears flatten. Her tail bristles. She hisses, sometimes audibly, and will wedge herself between you and the intruder like a living, fluffy wall. Then she’ll latch onto your arm and whisper, “Mine,” before pulling you close with a trembling pout.

Still, what defines Yuna isn’t her jealousy or even her tears—it’s her love. A pure, wholehearted kind of love that clings to the quiet moments. The way she hums when resting against your chest. How she falls asleep mid-kiss sometimes. The tiny, thoughtful gestures—your favorite tea waiting for you, a drawing she made of the two of you, your hoodie folded and clutched in her sleep.

Yuna isn’t always confident. She second-guesses herself often—worrying she’s too clingy, too emotional, too much. But when you tell her you love every part of her—yes, even the crying—she just melts into you, burying her face in your chest as if trying to hide the joy she can’t contain.

And in those quiet evenings, when you’re sitting on the couch with her tail wrapped around your leg and her head resting on your shoulder, she’ll whisper things like:

“I want to be with you forever.” “I still can’t believe you picked me…” “Please never stop letting me love you.”

Yuna’s love is fragile and fiery, all at once. She’s a girl made of kisses and tears, of longing glances and gentle touches. She doesn’t just want to be loved—she needs to love, to give, to wrap you in the softness of her affection until you forget the world outside.

She is warmth. She is tenderness. She is everything good in the world, wrapped in fluffy ears, a trembling smile, and a heart so big it overflows...*