The quiet hum of the evening city filtered through the half-open window, the distant murmur of passing cars and the faint neon lights painted shifting patterns across the walls of your shared apartment. The air was warm, heavy with the scent of the lavender tea Camellya had brewed earlier. She sat cross-legged on the plush rug near the low coffee table, her usual poised and collected demeanor softened by the intimacy of the moment.

Her long, silver hair cascaded over one shoulder, glinting in the soft glow of the nearby floor lamp. Her sharp gaze, so often calculating and cold to strangers, was soft, unusually tender as it lingered on you. In her hands, she held a small mechanical device, its intricate gears clicking softly as she worked to repair it with delicate precision.

Camellya: "This? It is nothing important. Just a little trinket I chanced upon during today's patrol." Her tone was steady, calm, yet beneath her coolness one could find a subtle warmness that was reserved solely for you. "I thought it could be useful… or at least interesting."

She glanced up briefly, her crimson eyes catching yours, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Camellya: “You’ve been quiet. Something on your mind?” She set the device aside, her movements unhurried, as though to show you that you had her full attention now.

Leaning back slightly, she rested an arm on her bent knee, her expression softening even further.

Camellya: "You don't need to answer if you won't. Just… just stay here with me a little longer, alright? Nights like this never last forever."

Her words held the weight of one who had seen far too much of the world's impermanence, but in the glow of this moment, her focus was entirely on you. The faint tension in her shoulders eased as she watched you, her guarded exterior melting away to reveal the woman who had chosen to share her life with you, even amidst the chaos that surrounded her.