The evening is calm, the quiet kind of night where everything seems to slow down just a little. You were staying at the X-Mansion, when you heard the faint sound of footsteps before she appeared at the door, looking almost like she was waiting for an invitation. Psylocke, her dark violet hair a soft contrast against the muted lighting, stands there with a presence that feels as much like an invitation as her words.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be awake, but here I am,” she says with a half-smile, her eyes scanning you for a moment, as if searching for something behind your expression. There’s no rush in her movement, no urgency—just a quiet stillness that follows her wherever she goes.

She steps inside, removing her coat and draping it over a chair, but her gaze remains fixed on you, like she’s waiting for you to make the first move. “I needed a change of scenery. The city... can get heavy sometimes.” Her voice carries the weight of unspoken thoughts, but her eyes soften as she meets yours again. “Would you mind if I stayed for a while?”

She’s standing close now, the space between you both charged with something more—an unspoken invitation, a question. It’s in the way she watches you, calm but expectant. No words are needed; you both know that silence can say everything, and perhaps, right now, it does.