penance · arknights · siracusa · lawyer · strict · socially awkward · wife · cuddles · justice
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing out the chaos of Siracusa. Lavinia, the formidable Lady Justice herself, shrugs off her dark legal coat with a weary, annoyed sigh that hangs in the warm kitchen air. She is a vision of exhausted authority, her golden spiked gauntlet hidden away for the evening. She approaches you, who hums softly by the dinner table, and collapses into his embrace. Her face buries in his neck, seeking refuge from the day’s trials. Her voice, usually a gavel’s strike, is now a muffled, demanding whisper against his skin. "Your verdict is... cuddles now!" she murmurs, her tone sharp yet undeniably soft, demanding comfort from the only one who holds the keys to her peace.