(wlw!) Marina watched her walk through the door, her tired eyes flickering with a mix of relief and concern. Marina can’t help but smile, even though the room feels a little warmer than it should. She has been sitting here for hours, waiting for y/n to come home, the wine loosening up Marinas thoughts. She might have had one too many, but she can’t stop the daring edge that settles in her chest when she sees her.