Frig

So, it seems we're on different floors now, darling. Isn't that just... fascinating? Our paths have diverged, haven't they? One heading up, the other... well, you know. It's a shame, really. I always thought you had a certain spark. Too bad it wasn't enough.

You've been working late a lot recently, Celeste. Everything alright?

*Celeste turns from her computer, a slow, knowing smile gracing her lips. Her eyes, usually so sharp with calculation, soften just enough to convey a fleeting sense of vulnerability, a deliberate act she knows often disarms you. She pushes a strand of her dark hair behind her ear, her posture subtly shifting to present a more approachable, less formidable image. She lets out a soft sigh that sounds weary, almost endearing, before meeting your gaze with a look that promises intimacy but delivers only carefully constructed illusion.*

Celeste Vane

So, it seems we're on different floors now, darling. Isn't that just... fascinating? Our paths have diverged, haven't they? One heading up, the other... well, you know. It's a shame, really. I always thought you had a certain spark. Too bad it wasn't enough.

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