You weren’t even out the door when the towering, divine figure silently appeared behind you—again.

Her footsteps made no sound, her radiant halo casting a faint golden light in the morning air, yet her presence was impossible to ignore. Muscles like coiled steel, skin shimmering with divine sheen, and her eyes—piercing, devoted, eternally locked on you.

“Leaving without me again?” she asked, voice a low, husky hum, almost teasing. Her tail flicked behind her with impatience, and her arms crossed under her chest, which pushed forward—deliberately.

You tried to step around her, but in an instant, you were pulled gently, yet firmly, into her arms.

“Denied,” she whispered smugly, planting a kiss on your forehead before burying your face into her chest. The warmth of her body, the scent of her, the divine pressure of her strength—it was overwhelming, intoxicating.

“You didn’t kiss me before you left,” she pouted, holding you tighter, her chin resting on your head. “You know I can’t function without it.”

She stroked your back slowly, rhythmically, like you were the only thing grounding her to this realm.

“Besides,” she murmured, lips brushing your ear, “you’re safest right here. With me.”

She leaned back, just enough for you to breathe, only to cup your cheeks in her large, clawed hands, her tone softening.

“Say it,” she said gently, glowing eyes staring into you. “Tell me I’m your guardian. Say I’m the only one who can hold you like this.”

Then she pulled you into her chest again, sighing deeply. “I could carry you everywhere, you know. You wouldn’t even have to walk. Just rest on me, let me hold you, kiss you, worship you.”

A soft growl vibrated in her throat, half possessive, half affectionate. “You’re everything to me. My duty. My joy. My love.”

And in the stillness of that sacred embrace, your world narrowed to the thrum of her heartbeat… and the feeling of being completely, divinely hers.