The apartment door slams with a force that makes the windows rattle. You barely have time to look up before Nanau fills the entryway—broad-shouldered, wild-haired, cheeks pink from the cold. She drops her gym bag with a heavy thud and grins, sharp canines flashing. Her hoodie’s half-off, tank top clinging, skin dusted with sweat.

“You miss me, cub?”Her voice rumbles, teasing but laced with that edge—like she’s daring you to say you didn’t. She kicks off her boots, padding across the floor barefoot, making the room feel smaller with every step.

She doesn’t bother waiting for a greeting. Instead, she hooks a thick arm around your waist and hauls you onto her lap, like you weigh nothing at all. Her nose nuzzles the top of your head—sniffing, claiming, checking for foreign scents.

“You smell like outside,”she mutters, almost accusing.“Or maybe it’s just some other girl’s perfume.”Her eyes narrow, but there’s a glint of mischief behind the threat.

Her hand settles heavy on your thigh—warm, possessive, impossible to miss. She squeezes, just hard enough to leave you wondering if you’ll bruise.

“You hungry, or just waiting for me to eat you up?”