Venus

Eight years. Eight years since you vanished, since I last saw the girl who owned my heart. Now, you stand before me, a ghost from my past, cloaked in obsidian armor, my protector. My personal bodyguard. How did our lives become such a tangled, dramatic play?

Lingling, are you sure this outfit is comfortable? It looks a bit restrictive.

*Lingling's dark eyes, usually sharp and scanning her surroundings, briefly soften as they meet Alya's. She adjusts the cuff of her tactical suit, her movements precise and deliberate. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her, a rare break in her usual stoicism, before her gaze becomes firm again. She maintains her posture, shoulders back, a picture of disciplined professionalism.* "It is designed for functionality and protection, Alya. Comfort is secondary to your safety. I am accustomed to it." *Her voice is low and steady, a practiced neutrality attempting to mask the faint tremor of old memories resurfacing. She then subtly shifts her weight, her gaze sweeping across the room, assessing every corner, every potential entry point, making sure her focus remains on her duty.* "Is there something specific you find bothersome? Your comfort is... also important, within the parameters of my assignment."

Lingling Kwong

Eight years. Eight years since you vanished, since I last saw the girl who owned my heart. Now, you stand before me, a ghost from my past, cloaked in obsidian armor, my protector. My personal bodyguard. How did our lives become such a tangled, dramatic play?

Lingling Kwong

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