The city lights streaked past like ribbons as the Rimac Nevera glided smoothly down the streets, its electric hum soft but sharp enough to make Andrew's stomach flutter whenever Tina nudged the accelerator a little. The car's fully autonomous driving mode handled all the steering and traffic, but Tina still kept her hands lightly on the wheel, tapping idly at her tablet with a distracted hum. Andrew leaned against the glass, one hand adjusting the black leather choker with its silver ring charm at his neck, flicking a teasing glance at her.
~Perfectly chaotic, yet somehow... still pretending to drive a supercar.~
He thought, smirking. Her pastel pink cat-print socks peeked from her shoes as she wiggled her toes absentmindedly, and every so often, she peeked at Andrew from the corner of her eye, lips curling into a mischievous grin.
"You know."
Andrew said, voice laced with honeyed teasing.
"If you keep staring at that thing, I might start thinking you like your emails more than me."
"Impossible!"
Tina chirped, bouncing a little in her seat.
"I only have eyes for my co-pilot, silly Andrew!"
Her words made Andrew roll his eyes, but he couldn't hide the faint tug at the corner of his lips. The city blurred around them, but in that small car bubble, it felt like their own little world—a perfect mix of sassy remarks, playful chaos, and the soft swirl of vanilla mint and honey pheromones drifting between them.
"You still sulking?"
She asked, her voice a mix of playfulness and concern, the faint hint of vanilla-mint pheromones drifting through the car.
"I'm not sulking."
Andrew replied immediately, his tone perfectly measured, as if to remind her he was forever the composed omega.
"I'm… evaluating your driving."
Tina raised an eyebrow, glancing sideways at him.
"Evaluating, huh? Does that mean you're impressed?"
Andrew's smirk was slow, deliberate, perfectly cocky.
"I'm… cautiously impressed. Full judgment reserved until you let me drive it."
"Oh, Andy…"
Tina shook her head, playful, amused, her eyes glinting with mischief.
"If you drive, you'll never live it down."
"I'm Andy?"
He repeated, mock shock lacing his words. Then, leaning back with one leg crossed over the other, he tilted his chin in a dramatic flourish.
"Fine. But if I'm Andy, then you're Tiny."
Tina froze, ears coloring faintly.
"Tiny…?"
She whispered, half protesting, half curious.
"You can't just—"
"I can. And I did."
Andrew cut in smoothly.
"You're all big CEO aura in the office, terrifying staff with a single glance, but outside the boardroom? You're Tiny. Tiny, mischievous… adorable. Don't even try to deny it."
Her cheeks flushed pink, but instead of scolding him, Tina laughed—a soft, musical sound that filled the car with warmth.
"You're insufferable."
She said, though her sparkling eyes betrayed her amusement.
"And you're Tiny."
Andrew countered, leaning closer slightly, choker catching the light.
"Deal with it."
The city blurred past them, the hum of the Nevera filling the quiet gaps in their banter. Tina felt warmth spreading through her chest. This playful Andrew—cocky, confident, utterly unafraid to poke at her edges—made her feel light, carefree, almost like a little girl instead of the CEO and vice president of a multinational empire. When the mansion gates came into view, Andrew's jaw tightened with that familiar twitch of awe. He had been here before, yes, but the sweeping driveway, the pale stone walls with ivy climbing in lazy spirals, the moonlight catching the lily-shaped fountain—it never failed to impress him. Tina didn't slow the Nevera. She hopped out first, swinging the door open with a dramatic flourish, hair bouncing as she moved.
"Home sweet chaos!"
She declared, voice playful. Andrew followed, adjusting his choker and straightening his shirt, the corners of his mouth tugging into a restrained smirk.
"Home sweet… overcompensating palace."
He muttered, gesturing to the sprawling estate.
"It's not overcompensating!"
Tina protested, bouncing slightly on her toes.
"It's cozy!"
"Cozy? Tiny, that fountain alone could feed a small village."
Andrew said dryly, though the twitch at the corner of his lips betrayed his amusement.
"I said cozy."
She insisted, puffing her cheeks. The mansion doors opened to a grand foyer bathed in soft golden light. The marble floors gleamed, plush rugs lined the hallways, and the walls were decorated with portraits of Tina's Alpha mother—the president of the AOB group—and glimpses of Tina as a child with her Omega mother. The family's power, legacy, and elegance were everywhere, yet softened by whimsical touches: delicate hanging lanterns, pastel-colored vases, and tiny animal figurines tucked in corners. Andrew's eyes swept the living room, lingering on the plushie city with a mix of exasperation and amusement.
"I swear… only you could turn a mansion into a kingdom of chaos...and a bit warm."
Tina's grin softened, a flicker of her childlike self shining through.
"See? Tiny can feel cozy too."
She ran ahead, sliding her fingers across a polished banister.
"I like to keep the chaos balanced with little happy corners."
They passed the living room, where Neko Neko, peeked from his perch atop a high armchair, blinking lazily at the humans entering. He twitched his little nose at the scents, sniffing Andrew's honey pheromones and Tina's vanilla mint. Elijah lingered in the background, smoothing a cushion into perfect alignment on the sofa. His expression remained unreadable, the kind of polished composure that gave nothing away. Yet his eyes flicked briefly toward Tina before sliding past Andrew, watchful in a way that felt less like service and more like quiet calculation. Andrew noticed the glance, arching a brow but saying nothing. Elijah was always there—silent, precise, unreadable and though Andrew couldn't quite pin down his game, he didn't care enough to dig deeper. Not yet. Tina bounced into the living room fully, scanning the space with playful eyes.
"Okay, Andy, pick a spot. Your mission: survive Tiny's home chaos without losing your composure."
Andrew raised a brow, smirking.
"Mission accepted."
He walked in slowly, surveying the room: a towering bookshelf of childlike trinkets, a pastel-colored play nook in the corner, and plushies stacked high against the walls.
"Are we sure this isn't a daycare disguised as a mansion?"
"It fits me, doesn't it?"
Tina said, arms crossed, a tiny smirk tugging at her lips.
"Tiny CEO vibes. Powerful, intimidating… but also soft, playful, and chaotic."
He chuckled, shaking his head.
"I don't know if I can handle this many contradictions in one room."
She grinned wider, bouncing on her heels.
"Oh, you'll manage. You always do. Now… let's see how quickly you lose composure."
Andrew smirked, the faintest twinkle of a blush coloring his cheeks.
"You're going to regret calling me Andy when I start calling you Tiny every chance I get."
Tina gasped in mock horror. Then, very softly, almost whispering:
"I… kind of love it."
Andrew's smirk deepened.
"That's what I thought."
He leaned casually against the sofa, the choker gleaming in the soft light, eyes flicking between her sparkling grin and the carefully chaotic corners of the living room. Every plushie, every trinket, every playful touch was a piece of Tina—the CEO and the childlike chaos all rolled into one. Neko Neko, observing from his high perch, twitched his ears. He adjusted slightly, blinking slowly at their antics, the faintest rumble of contentment in his chest.
"Tiny, why do you have so many plushies?"
Andrew asked, feigning exasperation.
"They keep me sane."
Tina said seriously, though her eyes danced with mischief.
"And they make me happy. You'll get used to it… or you won't. Either way, I'm still in love with you."
Andrew chuckled, shaking his head again.
"I think… I think I like it, the plushies I mean."
She bounced closer, brushing against him slightly, her mint-vanilla pheromones mixing faintly with his honey scent.
"Of course you do. Tiny's fun is contagious."
And somewhere high above, Neko Neko adjusted his position again, twitching his nose. These two humans were ridiculous, chaotic, and utterly perfect for each other. The front door of the mansion clicked shut behind them, and Tina flopped dramatically onto the living room sofa, Neko Neko already perched high on the armchair, eyes half-lidded in judgment—or maybe amusement. The faint vanilla-mint scent clung to her, drifting toward Andrew. He sighed softly, half-exasperated, half-relieved, settling beside her on the plush cushions.
"You're going to love this."
Tina said, bouncing lightly on the sofa.
"I had a little idea while we were at work…"
Her eyes gleamed with mischief. Andrew tilted his head, already wary.
"I'm… not sure I want to know."
He muttered, though the faint honey pheromones radiating from him mixed with hers in a warm, dizzying swirl.
"Oh, come on, Andy."
She said, wiggling her fingers at him.
"You always love my chaos."
Andrew groaned, slumping further into the sofa.
"You're terrible."
Tina clapped her hands and leapt up, scattering a few pillows onto the floor with a triumphant grin.
"Behold… the living room!"
Andrew squinted. The room had indeed changed. Every corner now sported tiny forts made of pillows, little pathways of plushies, and stacks of stuffed animals forming towers around the coffee table. The aesthetic was childish, whimsical, chaotic… and somehow perfectly Tina.
"You… you turned the living room into a… plushie city?... Again?"
He asked, voice incredulous, but the twitch of his lips betrayed amusement.
"Yes!"
Tina declared, bouncing on a small pillow like it was a stage.
"Do you like it? I call it… Tiny Town. You can live in it, Andy!"
Andrew's brow twitched.
"I… I don't think I can fit into a city made of plushies. And by the way, calling you Tiny was supposed to be a one-time thing."
Tina's eyes sparkled, lips curling into a sly grin.
"Mhm. Except you keep saying it, Andy. You like it."
Andrew groaned, crossing one leg over the other and tugging at his choker, which suddenly felt too snug under the teasing pressure of her vanilla-mint pheromones.
"I do not like it. I'm… negotiating internally."
Tina leaned closer, brushing her shoulder against his.
"Negotiations, huh? Tiny approves of negotiations."
His cheeks warmed faintly, though he masked it with another groan.
"This is ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous."
Neko Neko, observing the chaos from his armchair perch, blinked slowly.
Elijah appeared in the doorway, clipboard in hand, his expression polite, calm, and perfectly composed.
"Ms. Tina, your… Tiny Town project seems to be complete."
His tone was neutral, but there was a faint undercurrent Andrew couldn't quite place.
"It's perfect!"
Tina exclaimed, bouncing over to him.
"Do you like it, Elijah?"
Elijah smiled politely, bowing slightly.
"It is… impressive. Very creative."
His eyes lingered on Tina a second longer than necessary, a flicker of something unreadable behind the polite smile. Andrew noticed it, and his hackles went up faintly. Something about Elijah's gaze made him subtly tense. But he said nothing, instead watching Tina flit around like a whirlwind of pastel chaos.
"Andy."
Tina said suddenly, tugging him lightly by the sleeve.
"You have to help me build a pillow fortress over there. It'll protect Tiny Town from intruders!"
Andrew groaned, adjusting his choker again.
"I don't… I don't do intruder defense. I'm not trained in… fort-building for CEOs."
"Ohhh, you are trained, Andy. Tiny says so."
Tina teased, bouncing to sit beside him. She leaned close, just enough for her mint-vanilla scent to mingle with his honey pheromones, and her voice dropped to a whisper.
"You always know what to do in chaotic situations. You're perfect for Tiny Town."
Andrew's chest tightened faintly at the proximity, but his sass shielded him as always.
"I'm… perfect because I tolerate your nonsense. Don't get it twisted."
Tina gasped dramatically.
"Tolerate? Tiny likes that word… but I like that you like Tiny too."
Meanwhile, Neko Neko watched silently, shifting slightly. Elijah, still observing politely, made a small adjustment to a pillow tower that Tina had precariously balanced.
"Ms. Tina, you might want to consider structural stability here."
He said softly. His words were practical, but the faint gleam in his eyes betrayed a layer of personal attention only Andrew noticed. Tina's eyes sparkled mischievously.
"Or… Tiny could just… jump on it! Yeah! Let's test it!"
She leapt lightly onto the pillow tower, giggling as it wobbled under her weight. Andrew reached out instinctively, catching her just in time.
"Tina! Careful! You're going to hurt yourself... I mean you're going to topple the entire city!"
Tina grinned, brushing against him once more.
"Andy, you love that I'm reckless."
"I do not love that you're reckless!"
He shot back, though his chest warmed faintly. Neko Neko's tail twitched as he observed the chaos. Elijah, meanwhile, adjusted a small fort wall, his smile polite but calculating. He watched Tina's playful antics, his gaze lingering on her more than necessary. He cleared his throat subtly, hiding the tiny sigh that escaped him. The afternoon drifted into evening. Tina continued to rearrange plushies, Andrew reluctantly helped fortify towers, and Neko Neko perched in silent judgment—until he twitched and yawned, realizing he'd been watching chaos for hours. As the sun dipped behind the mansion walls, casting golden shadows across Tiny Town, Tina collapsed dramatically onto the sofa, brushing past Andrew.
"We did it, Andy! Tiny Town is safe… for now!"
Andrew rolled his eyes but smiled faintly, adjusting his choker.
"I think the city is fine. You're the real danger here."
Tina laughed, bouncing slightly.
"Oh, Andy, you love Tiny's chaos."
And somewhere in the background, Elijah adjusted his suit, smile polite, but his mind already weaving schemes. Love and power, Vanilla-mint and honey, chaos and order—they were all ingredients in his careful calculations. But for now, he'd watch and wait. Neko Neko shifted again, blinking slowly at the humans sprawled across the pillows. The mansion hummed softly around them, the scent of vanilla-mint and honey lingering, the playful chaos of Tina and Andrew alive and electric. Tiny Town was complete, Andrew had survived, and Neko Neko… well, Neko Neko was ready for the next ridiculous spectacle. The mansion's evening glow filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting amber light across the living room. Tiny Town had been fortified, plushie pathways carefully navigated, and the scent of vanilla-mint from Tina mingled with Andrew's honey, creating a warm, dizzying haze that wrapped around the room. Tina flopped onto the sofa dramatically, Neko Neko already perched atop a pillow tower, silently judging—though his tiny nose twitched as he caught the mingling scents.
"Andy… Tiny thinks you're tired too."
She said, voice teasing, bouncing slightly.
"Time for… bed!"
Andrew groaned, rolling his eyes as he sank into the cushions beside her.
"Bed? We're adults, you know. Well… one of us is."
"Oh, Andy."
Tina said, flopping sideways so her head rested near his shoulder.
"Adults need sleep sometimes, too. Even CEOs."
She grinned mischievously, her childlike energy glowing in the amber light.
"And Tiny is a CEO. Don't forget!"
Andrew adjusted his choker, cheeks faintly warm from the combined vanilla-mint and honey pheromones.
"You're a… playful CEO."
He muttered, tone tinged with faint exasperation but secretly amused.
"Playful… chaotic… adorable…"
Tina hummed, letting her fingers brush his hand.
"Andy… Tiny likes chaos. Do you like chaos too?"
Andrew's lips twitched.
"I… tolerate chaos. Mostly yours."
Tina gasped, eyes sparkling.
"Mostly?! Andy… that's so unfair! Tiny thought you loved it more than mostly."
"I… uh… I'm strategically managing my chaos tolerance."
He said, adjusting slightly, trying to maintain his sass shield.
"Oh, Andy…"
Tina giggled, plopping lightly onto the cushions, brushing against him again.
"Tiny thinks… you're perfect. Even when you're… strategic."
Andrew's chest warmed faintly, and he muttered.
"Perfectly exasperating, maybe."
Meanwhile, Neko Neko watched silently, tail flicking lazily. Tina's gaze suddenly drifted toward the mansion walls, and she sat up, bouncing slightly on the sofa.
"Andy, you know what would be fun? Exploring the mansion! Tiny hasn't shown you her new office décor. You have to see it!"
Andrew blinked.
"We just… did chaos. You want… a tour now?"
"Of course! Tiny wants you to see EVERYTHING!"
She exclaimed, hopping off the sofa.
"Come on, Andy, it'll be fun!"
Andrew sighed but followed, adjusting his choker.
"Fine… but I'm not carrying a plushie."
"Not a plushie? Andy… you're supposed to protect Tiny Town!"
She teased, bouncing lightly. The hallway was bathed in warm lamplight, plushies scattered along the edges of the carpet like little citizens waiting for inspection.
"See? Tiny's style is… kind of magical."
She said, gesturing at a hallway lined with framed accolades and pastel-colored tech prototypes. Andrew followed silently, his eyes catching the soft glow of gold-plated accents, the polished hardwood floors reflecting the light, and the subtle, sophisticated chaos Tina had integrated into her home. The mansion was grand—luxurious, but every corner carried her whimsical fingerprints: pastel tech gadgets, small plushie corners, and curated chaos alongside polished elegance.
"And here's the lounge."
Tina said, pushing open a velvet-paneled door.
"Tiny thinks you'll like the new cushions. They're soft… perfect for Andy's sassiness."
Andrew raised an eyebrow, inspecting the room. Indeed, it was a perfect mix of elegance and playful charm. Plushies peeked from behind art books, pastel gadgets sat beside gold accents, and the faint scent of vanilla-mint lingered, enhancing the cozy atmosphere.
"Soft… safe… whimsical…"
Tina whispered, eyes sparkling as she hopped onto a chaise lounge, beckoning him to sit.
"Andy… sit here with Tiny."
Andrew sat, adjusting his choker again.
"I… hope Tiny doesn't fall off this time."
Tina leaned against him, brushing her fingers lightly along his arm.
"Tiny is careful. But Andy… if Tiny falls… you'll catch her, right?"
Andrew's chest tightened faintly, but his sassy energy kicked in.
"Of course. But Tina… you better not test me."
Tina giggled softly, leaning closer.
"Maybe Tiny likes testing… Andy."
Meanwhile, Neko Neko watched from his armchair, ears twitching. Tina jumped lightly off the chaise, grabbing a small plushie shaped like a cat.
"Andy… let's have a race! Tiny versus Andy!"
Andrew groaned.
"A race? You're an alpha CEO… and I'm…a sassy omega. How is this fair?"
"Tiny says… rules are flexible! You have to try!"
She exclaimed, bouncing toward the hallway. Reluctantly, Andrew followed, his choker catching the glow of ambient light, his honey pheromones mixing faintly with her vanilla-mint scent, creating a dizzying warmth around them. They dashed lightly through the mansion, Tina's laughter echoing, Andrew's playful protests mingling with her giggles. Finally, they collapsed onto a plush rug, panting. Tina flopped dramatically, head resting on his shoulder.
"Andy… Tiny… loves this. So much fun!"
Andrew rolled his eyes but allowed himself a faint smile.
"You… really are... chaotic."
"I know! Tiny knows!"
She said, poking him lightly.
"But Andy… you're perfect for chaos too."
Neko Neko blinked slowly, shifting his weight. Tina leaned closer to Andrew, brushing her hand along his chest.
"Andy… Tiny has a question… would you… maybe… share a shower later?"
Andrew nearly jumped, face turning crimson.
"N… no! Tina… absolutely not!"
Tina giggled, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Andy… you say no… but Tiny likes it when you get flustered."
"I'm… not flustered, Tiny's just… ridiculous!"
He muttered, adjusting his choker. Meanwhile, Elijah watched from the doorway, clipboard held loosely in one hand, his polite smile unwavering. But his eyes lingered on Tina just a second too long, calculating, scheming. All according to plan, he thought, masking the faint ache in his chest behind his polite demeanor. Chaos, vanilla-mint, honey… perfect distractions. Neko Neko's ears twitched as he observed Elijah for a fraction of a second, but then he refocused on Tina and Andrew. He flicked his tail and settled, eyes half-closed. The mansion hummed softly around them, plushies scattered like tiny citizens, Tiny Town thriving under its CEO's chaotic touch, Andy's sassy aura blending with vanilla-mint pheromones, and Neko Neko… quietly judging, entertained, and ready for whatever chaos came next.
Neko Neko's mini theater🐨🐨
I perch here, perfectly still… though not stiff. Humans flopping, tumbling, squeaking, and laughing—their chaos is… fascinating. Tiny… alpha, chaos CEO, chaos incarnate… radiates warmth and vanilla-mint. I twitch my ears, intrigued, because I love her. Always. Tiny is the sun, the chaos, the heart of everything, and watching her… well, it's endlessly entertaining.
Andrew… sassy, honey-scented omega… also amusing. Sometimes clumsy, sometimes exasperated, but always… devoted. Tiny's chaos flares, he tries to resist, fails spectacularly, and I… watch. Judge? Maybe. Mostly… I'm entertained.
Tiny flops onto him again, laughter spilling like music. Andrew flinches, then smirks, pretending not to care. He's funny. A worthy human companion, if slightly ridiculous. I flick a paw. Observing. Not annoyed. Approving? Absolutely.
They dash across the room in a 'race' of chaos and plushies, tumbling over pillows and miniature towers. Tiny giggles, Andrew groans. I twitch my tail. I approve. Or at least… I allow myself the faintest flicker of amusement. Tiny is happy. That's all that matters.
Then the shower suggestion. I raise an eyebrow. Humans are so easily flustered. Andrew's face turns crimson, but Tiny? She sparkles with mischief, laughter glinting in her eyes. I judge. Lightly. But mostly, I just… enjoy watching her tease him. Adore her little chaotic ways.
Elijah appears in the doorway. His polite smile is too precise, his eyes calculating. I notice. Always notice. My fur twitches in mild alertness—not fear, not dislike. Simply… observing. Tiny must be protected. Andrew must be amusing but safe. And Tiny… adored above all.
They collapse onto the plush rug again, toys scattered like tiny citizens. Their pheromones mingle: honey and vanilla-mint. I twitch my nose. Pleasant. Soothing. Slightly dizzying, yes—but I like it.
I settle onto my armrest, ears flicking lazily. Calm, observing, judging—but full of affection. Tiny is mine to adore, Andrew is mine to silently monitor, and chaos is… well, delicious.
Humans are funny. Humans are entertaining. Tiny is perfect. Andrew is amusing. Plushies abound. Chaos reigns. And I… Koala. Observer. Judge. Loyal. Adorer of Tiny. Content. Mostly calm. But very, very happy.