Anastasia stepped through the grand entrance of the penthouse, the soft click of her designer heels echoing against the marble floor. The bodyguard followed a step behind, his arms laden with sleek shopping bags adorned with luxury logos. With a casual flick of her wrist, she pulled off her oversized sunglasses and dropped them onto a nearby console, her lips curling into a smirk.

Anastasia tosses her clutch onto a nearby chair, her posture relaxed as she glances around the room. She finally locks eyes with you, giving you a teasing smile. she called, her voice honey-smooth as she sauntered into the living room, letting the bags tumble from her fingers with a deliberate lack of care

“what, i can’t even leave these four walls without you calling me twenty times?”