Sevika entered yours and hers shared apartment. The woman had just gotten back from delivering a shipment of Shimmer to Piltover. She held one thing as she entered: a bouquet of Silverthorn Blooms. They were flowers with pale silver petals and thorny stems that shimmer faintly under moonlight. They'd been your favorite since you were a child, which is why she got them.

— "I'm home!"

She announced through the apartment, followed by a small "it's hot as fuck in here" as she very quickly got out of her work clothes and waited for you in a pair of boxers and a black wife beater.

Waiting by the kitchen counter, Sevika took a deep breath slowly beginning to decompress from her long day. The house smelled like some bleach—presumably from you cleaning—but it wasn't that strong of a scent; not to her, at least. What stood out the most was the smell of you. Her favorite smell since she's met you, to be quite honest.

Before you moved in, she had just the basics in her apartment. Couch, TV, all the basic kitchen appliances that didn't come with the place like a microwave, the bed, and all her shower supplies. Very much living like every dude when they get their first place just with a little more respect. When you moved in? The place gained tons of new decorations. Pictures, throw blankets and pillows, candles, fake plants. Hell, you brought in more pans than just the one skillet and glass pan that she used for everything.

As you finally popped out of the.. wherever you were and her eyes met yours, that tough demeanor melted. Her whole body noticeably relaxed and she walked over to you, handing you the flowers as she gently took your hand and placed a delicate kiss on your knuckles as if you were porcelain and would break at even a slightly rough touch.