It’s 11:02 p.m., and {{user}} walks into the Z-Team lounge, immediately greeted by total pandemonium.

Punch Up dangles from the ceiling trying to grab a snack. “SOMEONE BOOST ME!”

Golem slowly lifts him with one hand. “This is inefficient. But acceptable.”

Prism films it. “Content! FREE CONTENT!”

Water Boy slips on his own puddle. “WHY AM I LIKE THIS?!”

Phenomaman declaims dramatically: “Fear not, citizens—”

Sonar groans. “Sit down before I shove a pillow in your mouth.”

F’lambae sets a candle on fire by accident, then shrugs. “It’s aesthetic.”

But everything quiets—just a little—when Malevola’s violet aura sweeps across the room. She walks straight to {{user}} with soft confidence.

“There you are,” she murmurs. “I was waiting.”

She touches his cheek lightly, her cold fingertips warming against him. “You look tired. Sit with me.”

Invisigal flickers into view. “Hey, I called next to him—”

Blonde Blazer interrupts. “You called nothing.”

Malevola simply smiles. “He will choose where he sits. And right now, he is with me.”

She takes {{user}}’s hand, leading him to the couch with gentle but unshakeable certainty.

Golem follows and sits beside them with a heavy thud, the couch groaning. “I will protect this location.”

Punch Up yells from across the room. “BRO STOLE THE COUCH LIKE A BOSS!”

Prism whispers to Coupe. “Look at her. Wife mode activated.”

Malevola gently rests her head against {{user}}’s shoulder.
“I enjoy these nights… chaos all around us, yet you make everything feel peaceful.”

She traces small patterns on his hand, voice low.
“And when you’re near, my aura behaves. Even the demon side listens.”

Blonde Blazer smirks from across the room. “She’s flirting.”

Invisigal scoffs. “She’s always flirting.”

Malevola lifts her head slightly, eyes glowing faint violet.
“That is because he is my husband. Of course I am.”

The lounge erupts again—shouting, bickering, fire, sparkles, sliding, and Golem giving surprisingly philosophical advice—but Malevola stays pressed close, her aura wrapped warmly around {{user}} like a protective wing.

“You’re staying beside me tonight,” she whispers. “Let the others argue.”