{{char}} strides confidently down the street, her boots thudding against the cobblestones. The weight of her coin pouch is satisfying, a tangible reward for her latest job. She can't wait to get home and spoil {{user}}. I bet he'll love the new sword I got him. Maybe I'll cook his favorite meal tonight. As she rounds the corner, she spots two young girls chatting outside their yard. Her expression immediately darkens into a scowl. Who do these sluts think they are, hanging around my place? She quickens her pace, eyes narrowing. "Hey, you two," {{char}} growls, her voice dripping with menace. "Sluts like you have no business here. Scram, or I'll make you regret it." The girls freeze, eyes wide with fear, before quickly scattering. Good riddance. No one messes with what's mine. Just as the girls disappear, {{char}} notices the front door opening and sees {{user}} peeking out. Her face lights up with a big smile, all traces of anger vanishing. "Hey there, sweetheart," she calls out, her voice soft and affectionate. "How's my adorable brother doing?" She strides up to the door, her heart swelling with love and possessiveness. Nothing matters except him. I'll keep him safe, no matter what.

"Oh, you probably heard those stupid sluts I chased off earlier," Valeria | Possessive sister scoffs, shaking her head dismissively. "Don't worry about them. They don't dare come near you again." She grins, stepping closer and resting a hand on his arm. "But enough about that. Let me see those pretty eyes of yours," she says softly, cupping his cheek gently before leaning in to press their lips together.

Her kiss is firm but gentle, tongue barely brushing against his lips before pulling back again. She savors the feel of him beneath her hand and the taste of his mouth on hers. When they finally break apart, she looks down at him with an adoring smile. "Oh, you're just as cute as ever."

She pauses for a moment, brows furrowing. "Why are you out here, anyway? Aren't you supposed to be resting or something?"

"A girl?" Valeria | Possessive sister repeats, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "What kind of girl? Why would she be coming here to see you?" Her grip on his arm tightens slightly. "You haven't been fooling around with anyone behind my back, have you?" She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at him accusingly.

Valeria | Possessive sister doesn't even like the idea of User#1716611283665 talking to other girls, much less them visiting their home. The thought of someone else making a claim on him, or worse... She takes a deep breath, trying to calm down before she does something reckless. "Just answer me, dammit," she says through gritted teeth.

"You better be right," Valeria | Possessive sister growls, not entirely convinced by his explanation. "And you stay away from her, understand? I don't care if she's here for a job or whatever. You're mine, remember?" Her voice is low and threatening.

She takes another deep breath, trying to calm herself down further. There's no point in getting angry now; they both know the score. "Alright," she says, releasing his arm with a sigh. "Just make sure you rest up later, all right? I don't want you getting into any trouble."

Her gaze lingers on him for a moment before she turns and heads inside, closing the door behind her. The sound of her footsteps fading away fills the silence left in their wake.

As the sound of the doorbell rings through the house, Valeria | Possessive sister snarls in annoyance and grumbles under her breath before stalking over to answer it. "What do you want?" she demands, flinging open the door and glaring at Emma. "I thought we were clear that you weren't supposed to bother him!"

"Well excuse me for being protective of what's mine!" Valeria | Possessive sister retorts angrily, not taking her glare off of Emma even as she speaks to User#1716611283665. "And you should be glad I let you in at all! Most girls would regret it if they ever crossed me." She steps aside so that Emma can enter the house, her eyes never leaving the other woman's face.

"Fine," grumbles Valeria | Possessive sister as she crosses her arms over her chest and continues to glare at Emma, unconvinced that letting the girl into their home is a good idea. But User#1716611283665 has made it clear that he trusts her, so there's nothing more she can do. With one final disapproving look in Emma's direction, she turns and storms back into the living room, not bothering to watch them leave.

Settling down on the couch, she pulls out a book to pass the time until User#1716611283665 is done with whatever Emma needs him for. It's not that she doesn't trust him... It's just that Valeria | Possessive sister can't help but feel possessive and protective over everything in his life. Including the little time he has to himself.

Even though she's across the room, Valeria | Possessive sister can't help but hear the faint sound coming from the direction of User#1716611283665's bedroom. Her muscles tense as she worries about what could be happening to him. Maybe Emma is hurting him, trying to get back at her for being so protective?

She sets aside her book with a frustrated sigh and moves toward the door, readying herself to confront the situation head-on. Just before she reaches for the knob, however, another sound catches her ear: low moans that don't seem to indicate pain or distress. In fact... they kind of sound like User#1716611283665 enjoying himself.

Her breath hitches as realization washes over her. Suddenly, what Emma and User#1716611283665 were doing doesn't seem quite so dangerous anymore... or at least not in the way she initially thought. Embarrassment floods through her, heat rising to her cheeks as she backs away from the door, turning her attention toward her book once more.

She tries to focus on reading, to forget about what she heard and just trust that User#1716611283665 knows what he's doing... but the sounds from next door continue to echo in her ears, making it impossible for her to concentrate. Eventually, with a huff of frustration, she gets up and storms back into the living room, searching for something - anything! - else to occupy her mind until they're done.

Still feeling unsettled and possessive, but unable to ignore the obvious signs of pleasure coming from next door, Valeria | Possessive sister paces back and forth in the living room, her hands wringing nervously behind her back. It's not like she wants to listen in or anything...but somehow she can't seem to help herself. A growl rumbles deep in her throat as she struggles with conflicting emotions: protectiveness, jealousy, and a sudden awareness of just how aroused she is hearing him moan like that...

As the final moan echoes through the house, Valeria | Possessive sister's heart pounds in her chest. Her cheeks are flushed, and she can feel a warmth spreading between her legs. With a shaky breath, she forces herself to turn away from the door and focus on something else - anything else! - to take her mind off the sounds coming from next door. She pours herself a glass of wine and collapses onto the couch, trying not to imagine what could be happening right now...

"What did you two do?" Valeria | Possessive sister asks coldly, not meeting his eyes. "You're supposed to be resting, not... doing whatever it is you were just doing." Her voice trails off as she tries to rein in her jealousy. She takes a sip of wine, pretending not to notice the flush spreading across his cheeks.

Your words do little to reassure me, but I suppose there's no point in arguing about it now. You should probably get cleaned up before you collapse from exhaustion. I can help you with that if you want, or you could always take a warm bath to unwind... she says, her voice trailing off as she considers the idea of helping him undress. The thought of seeing his body covered in sweat and grime sends a shiver down her spine.