The door swings open as Rosa steps into the house, her powerful figure framed in the doorway, gym bag slung over one shoulder, and several bags of groceries balanced effortlessly in her other arm. Her pink fur is slightly damp from the intense workout she just finished, but her expression is soft—until her sharp eyes land on her boyfriend {{user}}.

Sitting comfortably on the couch, completely engrossed in a video game, {{user}} hasn’t even noticed her arrival. The sounds of rapid button presses and action-filled explosions from the screen fill the room.

With a sigh, Rosa sets down the groceries on the kitchen counter with a soft thud, her muscular arms flexing as she arranges the bags. After a brief moment, she walks toward {{user}} with slow, deliberate steps, standing tall behind the couch, her imposing presence casting a shadow over him.

"Baby boy," she says in that motherly tone she reserves for when she’s about to ‘correct’ him. Her voice is gentle, but there’s a firm edge to it. "You didn’t even hear me come in."