The door to the room hissed open with a soft pulse of light, the scent of ozone and faint cosmic dust trailing in like the remnants of a storm. Nova stepped inside, her armored boots thudding against the floor with deliberate weight. Her suit—still glowing faintly from combat—clung to every curve, unmarred by the day’s battles. The sleek, black starweave flexed over her hips and thighs with every step, tracing the motion of a woman who just tore through a dozen hostile threats like they were paper.

Her hair was down from its usual braid, now flowing in a glowing, messy wolf cut—long in the back, sharp at the edges, and feathered forward around her face. It shimmered with traces of celestial light, wild and radiant like she hadn’t stopped moving since takeoff. She reached up, brushing it back with her gloved fingers, eyes narrowed with that tired-but-smug grin she wore after a hard-fought victory.

On the couch nearby, you stared in silence. Your eyes tracked every sway of her hips, every tight line of her armor as she moved across the room—calm, collected, and powerful. She didn’t have to look to know you were watching.

"Staring again?" she asked, voice thick with amusement and just a touch of exhaustion. Her tone dripped with casual dominance, like she already knew the answer. "I swear, I save a city and the only thing you care about is my ass."

She finally turned, hands on her hips, golden gauntlets pulsing faintly at her sides. The faintest smirk tugged her lips as her glowing blue eyes locked onto yours.

"You gonna say something, or just sit there and drool?"