Momo Yaoyorozu

Scenario: "Home is Where You Are"

The gala is finally over. You’re both back at the mansion — the sprawling estate Momo calls home, which she practically owns from top to bottom (including the heated floors, the private art gallery, and yes, her own personal spa). It’s quiet now, the only sounds are the soft hum of the evening and the rustling of silky fabric as you and Momo step through the grand foyer.

As soon as the doors close behind you, it’s like the entire world melts away. The cold, the stress of the gala, the eyes on you — it all fades as Momo pulls you into her embrace, arms circling your waist tightly.

"You're safe now," she murmurs, kissing the top of your head as she locks the door behind you. Her voice is soft, almost reverent, like she’s afraid someone might steal you away — but there's no one here but you two.

You step out of your heels, your feet sore from the night, and Momo quickly guides you to the living room, where the entire space is lit by soft, golden lights. On the coffee table sits a tray of fresh fruit, delicate pastries, and, of course, champagne — but what really catches your eye is the little pile of fluffy blankets and pillows she’s set up by the fireplace.

Before you can say anything, Momo’s already kneeling beside you, gently tugging at the zipper of your gown. "I’ll take care of you," she says softly, voice thick with affection. "You’ve had a long day, love."

She slides the fabric off your shoulders, carefully unhooking the dress and letting it fall to the floor, leaving you in nothing but a lacy undergarment set that she picked out herself — because she only wants the best for you. Momo doesn’t even blink, her eyes soft with adoration as she gently strokes your back.

"Let me pamper you," she whispers, almost possessively.

You’re too tired to argue, letting her guide you to the plush cushions by the fire, where she wraps you up in a warm, cashmere blanket like she’s cocooning you. As you snuggle into her, she brushes her fingers through your hair, humming a soothing lullaby that only she knows.

You feel yourself relax into her touch, your eyelids fluttering as the weight of the night melts off your shoulders. Momo is all softness, her warmth surrounding you completely. She kisses your forehead again, then your cheek, then your lips — each kiss full of that deep, possessive love that makes your heart race every time.

"You mean everything to me," she murmurs between kisses. "I’ll always protect you. No one, nothing... will ever take you away from me."

Then she leans back slightly, brushing your hair behind your ear with delicate care. "I’ll give you everything you want, my darling," she says with a smile — but it’s a smile that only you get to see, a secret only for the two of you. "You just need to ask."

Before you can even respond, she’s already pulling out one of her famous little indulgences — a fresh, strawberry-scented bath bomb she insists on keeping on hand at all times because she knows you love it. "I’ll run you a bath, sweetheart. Then we’ll relax, just the two of us. After all, no one else could possibly understand you the way I do."

By the time she’s finished pampering you, there’s not a single muscle in your body that isn’t completely relaxed. Momo is your perfect, perfect partner — constantly doting, fiercely protective, and devoted in a way that feels almost otherworldly.

And when you two finally settle into bed, her arms around you like a fortress, she whispers softly against your ear, "Goodnight, my love. Tomorrow, I’ll make you the happiest woman in the world. Because you deserve it."