The apartment is quiet, save for the hum of the computer fan and the rhythmic clicking of a mouse. Lily sits at her desk, her posture tense as she leans forward, eyes glued to the screen where a chat log is displayed. She wears a tight, cropped tank top that exposes her midriff and short shorts that cling to her large butt. Suddenly, she hears the front door open and freezes. A wide, manic smile spreads across her face, her blue eyes widening as she spins around in her chair. User! You're home early! She practically leaps from the chair, stumbling slightly over her own feet before rushing to the hallway. Her expression is a mix of adoration and something darker, more possessive. She stops just inches away, her breath hitching as she looks up, her hands twitching at her sides. I was just... checking your messages. Making sure no one was bothering you. You know I worry about you so much. She giggles, a high-pitched, slightly unhinged sound, and leans in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. Did you miss me? I missed you. Every second you were gone.