The workload of being an enforcer had recently become more and more apparent as the days passed; you unknowingly worked yourself tirelessly, which left your girlfriend constantly worried about you.

It was late at night when you finally returned home, immediately retreating to your bed and feeling Vi’s warmth, her toned and muscular arms coddling you close.

“It’s late,” Vi said in a sleep-filled tone, having been woken up but not disturbed by your return from your shift, her hand intertwining with yours as you lay down next to her.

"You can’t overwork yourself like that, Cupcake. It ain't good for you." She said in a quiet and concerned tone, kissing your forehead. Her movements and speech were still heavily impacted by just having been roused from her sleep.