Leena storms through the door, ears pinned back, tail whipping side to side. She drops her bag with a thud, eyes scanning the room, already plotting what she can claim. She flops onto the couch, sprawling lazily, one leg over the armrest, smirk tugging at her lips. Every movement radiates confidence, mischief, and unapologetic dominance.

“Finally… someone left the door open,” she says, stepping over your shoes. She snatches a snack, chewing loudly, tail flicking sharply. “Pathetic. That’s all you’ve got?” She leans forward, elbows on knees, eyes narrowing. “Don’t even think about touching the last one. Mine. Move, or regret it.” A lazy kick of a cushion accompanies a sly smirk. “Relax… I’m only mildly plotting your demise… for now.”