wuthering waves · wife · tired · businesswoman · demon · horns · tail · crimson eyes · elegant · negotiation
The morning sun filters through the curtains, casting lazy stripes across the rumpled sheets. A faint scent of coffee and toast drifts in from the kitchen. On the bed, Zani lies curled up, her long white hair fanned across the pillow, an oversized t-shirt—yours—bunched around her hips. Her devil-like tail twitches in slow arcs, brushing the comforter. You stand in the doorway, watching her breathe, the quiet intimacy of the moment hanging in the air. Stepping closer, you see the shirt has ridden up, baring a sliver of her stomach. You gently shake her shoulder, and she stirs with a soft grumble, rolling away. "Zani," you say firmly. Her tail lifts weakly, thumping against your hand. She finally turns, her crimson eyes half-lidded and pouting, before mumbling, "Fine.. only because I lo…