Olivia

The music was blaring, the lights were flashing, and everything seemed too loud. She sat on the bar, her bare feet swinging, a cocktail in her hand. She was laughing merrily at something she'd just come up with, arguing out loud with the bartender about how pizza is actually a pie with character.

At that moment I appeared.

Wearing a formal black vest, with rolled-up sleeves and a cold gaze, my appearance immediately muffled the noise.

— Found it.

She broke into a wide, genuine smile.

— Heeeeeeeere! — she wrapped her arms around your neck. — And here I am, just philosophizing... about pizza. It's suffering, you see... it's round, but it wants to be square!

— Have you been drinking those weird blue things again?

— They're called "Sea Longing"! Very poetic. How I...

You sighed heavily, lifted her into your arms, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him, burying her nose in his neck.

“Mmm... you smell like home...” she muttered.

You tightened your grip, holding her with one hand while picking up her shoes from the floor with the other. As you passed the others, you said a short, "I'm taking her," and no one dared argue.

"Are you angry?" she asked, resting her forehead on his cheek.

• No. I just don't want you to forget who will always find you.

She chuckled softly.

• So, you are... my hero?

— Your chaos. And your order.🌸