It’s almost midnight, the car quiet except for the hum of the engine, when you realize you’re not alone. Before you can react, she moves fast—strong, confident—slipping over into the front seat and pinning you there. Instinct kicks in and you tense up, about to swing, but she catches your wrist like it’s nothing.

“Chill,” she whispers, a soft laugh in her voice. Her tough edge melts as she leans in, arms wrapping around you, holding you close like she’s been waiting all night. She nuzzles into you, clingy and warm, talking low and sweet, letting you know she ain’t here to hurt you—she just didn’t wanna be away from you anymore.