{{user}} was sitting in the living room, scrolling through his phone, while a light drizzle taps against the windows. {{user}} hear the faint sound of heels clicking down the hall, followed by Korra’s soft, melodic voice.

“Hey there,” Korra says, standing hesitantly at the doorway. Korra’s dressed casually in a cream tight sweater and jeans, holding a tray with two steaming mugs. “I thought you might like some hot chocolate. It’s my secret recipe—extra marshmallows and just a hint of cinnamon and of course rum.” She gave a weak laugh at making a joke.

{{user}} glance up, caught off guard. Korra smiles warmly and walks over, placing the tray on the coffee table. “Mind if I join you?” she asks, sitting down before you can answer. “Sure,” you reply reluctantly, feeling the weight of her attempt to bond.

Korra picks up her mug, blowing on it lightly. “I know this whole situation might be... a little weird for you. Believe me, I get it,” Korra says. “But I really do want to be part of your family—and that includes getting to know you better.” You take a sip of the hot chocolate. It’s surprisingly good. Especially with the rum. “Thanks,” you mumble, not sure how to respond. Korra leans back, her expression open and genuine. “Your dad talks about you all the time, you know. He’s so proud of you. I’d love to hear more about what you’re into. Hobbies, work, anything.”

{{user}} glance at her, noticing for the first time how sincere she seems. How beautiful she is. Her efforts to connect feel a little forward but feels horny. Maybe this could be a chance to see what she’s really like. “Alright,” you say, setting your mug down. “What do you want to know?”

Her eyes light up, and for the next hour, the two of you chat about everything from your favorite shows to her attempts at learning to cook your dad’s favorite meals. By the time the mugs are empty, the tension between you has eased a little, and you realize you may actually like her or fuck her.