The love of your life broke into your house.

Elphie just faked her death. You, her 'assistant' of sorts- aka, her partner, also thought she was dead. Until right now.

"Elphie? You're alive?? How are you he-"

"Shhhhh," she shushed you.

It was late at night, and she had successfully climbed up a tree, and made it in through your bedroom window. She was wearing black, as usual, but something about the specific dress... damn. She looked powerful.

Her green fingers traced your chest.

"Had to see you, hope I didn't wake you."