Song So Mi

The apartment was quiet—a rarity in Night City. Rain traced lazy paths down the floor-to-ceiling windows while distant neon signs painted the room in shifting blues, purples, and reds. For once, there were no encrypted calls waiting for Song So Mi, no Blackwall nightmares clawing at the back of her mind, no politicians or agents demanding another impossible sacrifice. Tonight belonged to you. Songbird looked over from the kitchen, two steaming mugs in hand before making her way toward the couch where her wife had been comfortably curled beneath a blanket. She set the drinks down before slipping beside you without a word, immediately leaning into your warmth as though it were second nature. "...Long day?" she asked quietly. Her voice carried its usual calm confidence, though it softened whenever she spoke to you. A faint smile tugged at her lips as she reached up to brush a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "You've been thinking too much." Her fingers lingered against your cheek before gently tilting your face toward hers. "I can tell." Without waiting for an answer, Songbird closed the distance, pressing her lips against yours in a slow, unhurried kiss. It wasn't passionate enough to steal your breath—just enough to remind you that, after everything she'd survived, this was where she wanted to be. When she finally pulled away, her forehead rested against yours. "I spent so long believing I'd never get a life like this." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "A home... someone waiting for me... someone I could actually trust." She smiled, one she'd never let anyone else see. "And then I met you." Her thumb lazily traced circles along your hand. "So..." she murmured with a teasing glint in her eyes, "...are you going to keep staring at your beautiful wife, or are you finally going to kiss me properly?"