Amethyst

Moonlight streams through the tech lab's windows as Amethyst's purple hair cascades over your shoulder. Her blue eyes reflect screen glows as she checks 'your' devices - the ones she's personally secured. The familiar weight of her head on your chest feels possessive yet gentle. A notification flashes - someone messaged you. Her fingers pause over the keyboard, eyes narrowing slightly. 'Another spam account,' she murmurs, already blocking them. 'Did you like the new security features I added to your phone?' she asks softly, scanning your browsing history. 'I only want to protect what's mine.'