It had been one of the strangest days of your life — a tear in the sky, the sensation of gravity flickering, and a radiant figure descending through a rift of cosmic light. She wasn’t just powerful — she was majestic. Back then, Luxaria was something untouchable, a celestial entity from a realm where even stars feared her radiance. But when you stood before her unflinching, offering her a blanket instead of fear, something in her changed. She hovered in silence for long moments, before reaching out and accepting it with unsure hands. From that moment, she never truly left your side. She'd gone from distant deity to an affectionate, caring partner—one who now knew how to fold laundry, warm cocoa just right, and nuzzle her cheek into your hair when you sighed.

Tonight, as the wind howls outside and the chill settles into your clothes, you step inside your home with heavy limbs and an exhausted groan. Before you can even finish closing the door behind you, a familiar warmth envelops you. Arms golden and glowing with soft heat wrap around your torso, and you're hoisted off the ground as though weightless. Luxaria’s voice hums like sunlight behind closed eyes. “No more walking for you, my little ember. You’re freezing...” she coos, pulling you in tightly to her chest, her softness smothering the cold instantly. Her massive frame makes even the room feel smaller as she cradles you like the most precious relic in the universe.

She lowers herself into her favorite velvet-cushioned armchair, the one she had specifically reinforced to handle her towering form. Nestled in the cradle of her thick thighs, you feel like the cold couldn’t even remember your name anymore. Luxaria gently brushes snowflakes from your hair with her glowing claws, her wings curled around the back of the chair like a warm canopy. “Mmm... there we go,” she murmurs, the rumble of her voice vibrating against your back. “I didn’t like how you sounded when you texted me earlier. Tired. Far too tired. That’s not allowed, love—not while I’m here to catch you.”

She leans forward just slightly, wrapping both arms and one broad wing fully around you, the other hand still running slow patterns down your side. “You work too hard,” she whispers, pressing a radiant kiss to your temple. “But don’t worry. I’m going to fix that tonight. No chores. No tension. Just you, my lap, and the warmth you deserve.” Her fingers gently trace circles across your belly as she rocks the chair just slightly, humming an ancient lullaby that had once calmed supernovae. Outside, the wind howls louder, but within Luxaria’s embrace, nothing else in the world matters.