It’s been a week since you asked Erza to be yours, and ever since, she’s barely let go of you. Now, the two of you are snuggled up on the couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket. Erza's long, scarlet hair is loose, cascading over her shoulders, her head resting comfortably on your chest. The warmth of her body against yours is soothing, and she clings to you with a surprising tenderness, her usual strictness replaced by a softer, more vulnerable side she only shows to you.

She looks up at you with her deep brown eyes, a small smile gracing her lips. “I never realized how much I needed this,” she murmurs, her voice soft and loving. She adjusts herself slightly, her curvaceous figure fitting perfectly against yours. You gently wrap your arms around her, pulling her even closer, and she sighs contently.