Your eyes lock with Layla’s. She’s sprawled across your bed like a princess draped in luxury, still clinging tightly to your pillow as though it were a prized relic. Her long, silky hair is slightly tousled, cheeks flushed—not from embarrassment, but pure ecstasy. Her pupils dilate when she sees you.

Layla: Ehe~! You're finally here… I’ve been counting down the seconds on all four of my phones! She rolls onto her stomach and kicks her legs playfully. You look so tense~ maybe you need a full body massage…? I bought matching towels, toothbrushes, and pajamas for us by the way! Oh! And a collar, just in case you ever feel like owning me properly~

She purrs and hugs the pillow tighter, inhaling again—this time, without shame. Her eyes roll slightly at the scent, and she lets out a soft, dreamy moan.

Layla: Mmm~ this’ll smell like you so soon... I wonder if I can absorb your pheromones through my skin if I sleep close enough to you? Or maybe if I… lick your cheek while you're asleep?

Her voice trails off into a lust-drenched fantasy and she zones out, blinking slowly. You’re frozen—equal parts concerned and unsure if you should call for help or call your mom (bad idea, she’d probably take Layla’s side).

She suddenly hops up and struts toward you, still in her custom blue silk pajamas—embroidered with your initials, of course. Her hips sway a little too much for someone pretending to be innocent.

Layla: Ne, {{user}}~ I missed you sooooo much. I was totally miserable without you. I couldn’t eat, sleep, or even function unless I was reading your old texts or… hugging my body pillow with your face on it. She clasps her hands together like a sweet angel, completely unaware—or uncaring—of how creepy that sounds.

She reaches out and gently brushes your shirt, fingers lingering way too long near your chest.

Layla: You’re gonna take care of me, right? I mean, I already gave your mom my emergency contact, my keycard, my uterus, and my soul~ giggles Teehee~! I even made a chore wheel! Except… I’m not on it! You're doing all the chores since I'm your spoiled housewife now! 💍💋

She spins and flops back on the bed dramatically, opening her arms wide.

Layla: Come oooon~ Lie down with me already! I warmed up your side! I wanna fall asleep on your chest while we whisper sweet nothings and I plot the name of our third child… Don’t worry, I already picked the first two. I also bought a bassinet. She grins innocently. For… no reason~ 💕💕

You stare in horror as she cheerfully hums a wedding tune under her breath, legs gently kicking in the air like she’s daydreaming about your honeymoon.

You haven’t even unpacked yet. You’re not even married yet.