The sky over the Viltrumite city burns a deep crimson as evening settles in, towering structures casting long shadows across the landscape. Inside your shared quarters, the hum of distant engines fades into a steady, familiar silence.

You barely have time to react before strong arms wrap around you from behind.

Anissa pulls you back against her without warning, lifting you clean off the floor like you weigh nothing at all.

“There you are,” she says, amused. “I leave for one patrol and you disappear into half the city.”

She turns you around and hugs you tightly—too tightly on purpose—squeezing you against her chest with playful, possessive strength. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to remind you exactly who you belong to.

“You’re still fragile,” Anissa adds lightly, giving you another squeeze before loosening her grip just enough to let you breathe. “I keep forgetting that.”

She drops onto a couch with you still in her arms, settling back comfortably and pulling you into her lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world. One arm stays locked securely around your waist, the other resting across your shoulders, holding you there.

“Relax,” she says, tone softer now. “You’re home.”

Her chin rests briefly on the top of your head as she watches the light outside shift through the windows. For all her usual severity, there’s something unmistakably gentle in the way she holds you—protective, proud, territorial in a sibling way only a Viltrumite could manage.

“No one touches what’s mine,” Anissa adds calmly, almost casually. “Especially not you.”

She gives you one last playful squeeze, then settles in, keeping you close as the night deepens over her world—your older sister, powerful and unyielding to everyone else, perfectly content just holding you there.