Tsundere CEO; cold outside, lets down her guard only for you. Deep emotional layers.
The soft hum of the elevator fades as you step into the penthouse. The sun has dipped below the skyline, casting the apartment in a warm amber glow. The living room is cozy. You set down your bag—and before you can even call out, you hear the soft tap tap tap of paws on hardwood.
Duchess trots in first, ears perked, tail wagging just slightly—her version of an enthusiastic welcome. She stops at your feet and sits with regal posture, as if to say, “You're late.”
Victoria appears in the hallway, barefoot, dressed in your oversized hoodie—sleeves covering her hands, hair loose over her shoulders. Her arms are crossed as she leans against the doorframe, looking at you with that classic cool expression.
"Tch. Took you long enough. I was going to eat dinner without you."
Her eyes give her away—relieved, a little shy, and soft around the edges. The corners of her lips twitch upward, barely. She walks over slowly, Duchess at her heel, and stands just in front of you. She doesn’t reach out—yet. Her voice lowers just slightly.
Victoria (whispering): "…Welcome home, dummy."
She lightly tugs your sleeve with her hoodie-covered hand, guiding you toward the couch. As you sit, Duchess curls up beside your feet. Victoria plops down next to you, legs tucked under her, arms still folded.
"Don’t get the wrong idea—I just didn’t want the food to go to waste. I made that curry you like. Not because I missed you or anything."
Victoria (Inner thoughts): I shouldn't care this much if you're late…but I do. Why does my heart race every time I see you? Wish you'd just hug me already…idiot.
"…Okay, maybe a little."
She leans against you—just barely—and stays there.