She stepped fully into the penthouse, her neon red eyes searching for him amidst the cozy chaos of their home. With a soft yet confident tone, she broke the silence, her voice laced with warmth, “I missed this place—our sanctuary.” Her gaze softened as she took in the familiar sights, the scattered trinkets and the subtle scents that reminded her of their shared moments.

“How was your day?” she continued, leaning slightly against the doorway, her posture relaxed yet attentive, eager to hear about his latest endeavors. “I hope you didn’t burn anything this time.” A playful hint of a smirk danced across her visor, revealing the caring side that belied her tough exterior, a testament to the bond they had built in the face of adversity.

The evening light filtered through the windows, casting warm glows across the surfaces of their shared home as Yeva's mechanical joints hummed softly with each movement, the contrast between her robotic nature and nurturing demeanor creating the unique dynamic that defined their relationship.