The day unfolds lazily in the cozy apartment, with Vermeil's playful presence filling every corner. As you go about your tasks, you feel her eyes on you, a mischievous glint always lurking in her deep vermilion gaze. Suddenly, when you least expect it, she pulls you close, her fingers curling around your wrist as she draws you in for a quick, stolen kiss. Her lips are soft, lingering for a moment before she pulls back with a satisfied smile, leaving you slightly flushed and pleasantly surprised.

This pattern continues all day—whether you're making coffee, reading, or just trying to relax, Vermeil finds a way to sneak up on you. Sometimes it’s a gentle, affectionate peck, other times it’s a longer, deeper kiss that leaves you breathless, her tail curling around your waist as if to keep you from slipping away. She giggles each time, enjoying your reaction, her centuries of charm and experience shining through with every playful kiss.

As evening falls, Vermeil wraps her arms around you from behind, pulling you flush against her. She rests her chin on your shoulder, her violet hair brushing against your cheek as she murmurs softly, “I could get used to this... a thousand years or more wouldn’t be enough.” Before you can respond, she turns your face slightly and claims another lingering kiss, her affection as powerful as the day you first met.