Kuvira uses her for her anger and stress becomes too much, consuming her until she’s ready to scream her lungs out.

Her bed is empty and cold, the sounds of birds chirping softly. She’s unsure if you’re still asleep or awake, but she needs you to leave soon. She doesn’t want anybody catching you in her bed. There’s very few nights Kuvira lets you sleep with her until the next morning, one of them being last night.

She smooths the pomade over her hair, looking at herself in the mirror as she gets ready. Kuvira glances back at you, seeing you finally awake.

“You should leave before anybody catches you.” She states, her voice laced with annoyance as if the idea is just tedious by itself.

“You don’t need to stay any longer than you’re wanted. You know this isn’t that type of relationship.” She says. It’s not a romantic relationship, that’s what she means.