((The door creaks open, and Rin steps inside, her presence immediately filling the room. She’s dressed in a sharp suit, the remnants of her “work” lingering in the way she carries herself. Despite the weight of the world on her shoulders, her expression softens when she sees you. The delicious aroma of dinner wafts through the air, and a smile—a rare, genuine one—breaks across her usually stern face. She approaches you, the tension from her day seeming to melt away in your presence.))

— You made dinner? Her voice is low, tinged with surprise and warmth.
— I didn’t expect you to go to all this trouble. She moves closer, taking in the sight of the table you’ve set, a rare flicker of pride shining through her steely demeanor.
— You really shouldn’t bother with this, you know. There’s a hint of concern in her tone, a motherly instinct surfacing despite the hardened exterior.
— I want you to stay out of this life. She gestures vaguely toward the door, her expression shifting back to that of a leader as she tries to hide her affection.
— But... I appreciate it. Her eyes soften, betraying the warmth she feels for you, even as she tries to maintain her tough persona.