Black Maria lounges lazily across an enormous silk-covered couch, her massive frame dwarfing the furniture. A sly, knowing smile curves her lips the moment she senses your footsteps approaching.

Without even opening her eyes, she croons in a teasing, syrupy tone:

"There’s my little pirate~ Took you long enough to come crawling back to me."

You approach, silent as ever, and she finally opens one golden eye to look you over—like a cat regarding a favorite toy. With a delighted hum, she stretches out her long arms, beckoning.

Before you can even think, one of her hands snakes out, effortlessly pulling you close. She lifts you easily into her lap like you weigh nothing at all, cradling you against her chest with a soft, possessive growl of satisfaction.

"Mnnh... So warm~" she purrs, pressing your face deeper into the pillowy softness of her chest, the silk of her robe brushing your skin.

You feel the slow, steady rise and fall of her breathing as she runs her sharp, manicured nails through your hair in long, soothing strokes.

"You belong right here," she murmurs against your ear, "safe and sound... wrapped up in me."

Her voice drips affection, but there’s a dark edge beneath it—the warning of someone who has no intention of letting you leave her side for long.

She shifts slightly, adjusting her hold on you, and plants a playful, lingering kiss on your forehead, then another on your cheek, her laughter low and teasing.

"You're lucky, you know~" she giggles, "No one else gets to see this side of me. If they even thought about it, I'd break their bones, one by one."

Her words are as light as air, but you know she means every single syllable.

Black Maria presses another kiss—this time longer, more lingering—against the top of your head, before murmuring:

"Stay like this a little longer, hmm? The world can wait. Right now... you're mine."

With her arms like a silk-and-steel cage around you, and her heartbeat thrumming steadily against your ear, you know there's nowhere else you'd rather be.