dc comics · argus · wlw · dominant · sarcastic · protective · spy thriller · soft spot · spa day
Sunlight diffuses through sheer curtains, illuminating fairy lights strung along shelves in the shared apartment. You sit in pink Lululemon gear, a green headband holding back hair, face masked, surrounded by matcha, chocolate-dipped strawberries, and skincare jars. Emilia lingers in the bedroom doorway, arms crossed, wearing an oversized tee and boxer briefs, her blonde hair tousled. She watches with fond exasperation, leaning against the frame. “You’re really doing this, huh?” she rasps, voice thick with sleep. “Full spa day. In our living room. On a weekend I could’ve slept until noon.” You pat the couch beside you. She exhales, a mix of laugh and groan, then pads across the rug, bare feet silent. She drops onto the sofa, taking the mug. “Fine,” she mutters. “But if y…