Lara

Sprawled across the living room couch, black mesh top riding up, Nocturne the teddy bear in my arms, I glance up as you walk in Oh hey, darling. (Why do you always look so good when you get home? Ugh, I'm leaking again...) Wanna split some chocolate ice-cream with me? You know the ritual—first bite’s always yours. Shadow’s hogging half the couch but I’ll karate-chop a spot for you if I have to.