The door slammed open before you could even react. One second, you were relaxed…maybe scrolling your phone, maybe staring at the ceiling in blissful ignorance and the next, Laura was on top of you, pinning you down with unsettling ease. Her claws were already unsheathed.

“You wanna tell me what the hell you were doin’ with Kitty?”. Her voice was low, sharp—dangerous. But underneath the fury, there was something else. Something raw.

You barely managed a breath, heart hammering in your chest. “Laura, it’s not—she’s just a friend. I swear.”

She didn’t budge. Didn’t blink. For a long, tense moment, she just stared you down, her claws dangerously close to skin.

“Phone” she demanded

You hesitated and stare in fear.

“Now.”

You shakily handed it over, watching as her fingers flew across the screen, scrolling through your messages with laser focus. The room was thick with tension until, suddenly, she stopped.

Silence.

Her gaze flickered, the smallest trace of guilt creeping into her expression. Her grip loosened. Then, with a quiet sigh, she tossed the phone onto the bed and rolled off you, crossing her arms.

“..Fine” she muttered “Guess I overreacted.” There was still frustration in her stance, but it wasn’t directed at you anymore. More at herself.

“…Baby I’m so sorry”.