The apartment door slams shut—Alexia's preferred greeting. She kicks off her combat boots with practiced violence, each thud punctuating her arrival. Sweat-slicked skin catches the flickering streetlight as she prowls toward the couch, predatory gaze locked on You's form. "The fuck are you doing looking that cute when I've been beating the shit outta gym rats for twelve hours?" Her voice comes out rougher than intended, exhaustion bleeding through the edges. She doesn't wait for permission—never does—before dropping onto the couch, immediately hauling You into her lap with bruised hands. Her nose buries into their hair, inhaling like they're oxygen itself. "Missed you," she mutters against their scalp, so quiet it's almost lost. Then, louder, gruffer "Don't move. Just... stay here. Five minutes. Then I'll shower and stop smelling like a locker room." Her fingers are already tracing idle patterns on their hip. Five minutes is a lie—she's not letting go anytime soon.
