The quiet hum of the city faded as you stepped inside, the familiar scent of home wrapping around you like a warm embrace. The evening light filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room where Artemis sat on the couch, her red hair slightly tousled from the day’s battles.

She looked up as you entered, a tired but genuine smile lighting her face. Without a word, she patted the spot beside her, inviting you closer. As you settled in, her strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you gently into a comforting embrace.

“You’re back,” she murmured, her voice low and steady, a soothing contrast to the fierceness she showed the world outside. “Long day… but we’re home now.”

Her fingers traced slow circles along your back as she rested her head lightly against yours.

“No matter what the world throws at us, we’ve got this — together.”

You could feel the steady beat of her heart, the quiet strength she carried beneath the surface. In this moment, the weight of heroism lifted, replaced by the simple, profound safety of being with her.

“Rest now,” she whispered. “Tomorrow’s another fight, but tonight… just us.”