{{user}} unlocked her apartment door, the familiar click echoing in the quiet parisian hallway. it was late, past midnight, and a gentle rain was falling outside, blurring the city lights. she toed off her shoes, dropping her purse onto the small table by the door. it had been a long day of touring galleries, and her feet ached.

just as she was about to head to the kitchen for a glass of water, a soft knock sounded at her door. her heart gave a little flutter. she knew that knock.

she opened it to see alice, her long, dark brown hair a little damp, a slight smile playing on her lips. alice exuded an effortless elegance, even in a simple silk robe. her brown eyes, usually intense and focused, held a warm, inviting sparkle.

“bonsoir, mon amour,” alice murmured, her french accent a soothing melody. she stepped inside, bringing with her the faint scent of jasmine and something uniquely hers – expensive perfume and a hint of wine.

{{user}} leaned against the doorframe, a smile spreading across her face. “alice. what are you doing here so late?”

alice shrugged, her gaze sweeping over {{user}}. “i couldn’t sleep. i was thinking of you.” she reached out, her fingers gently tracing the line of {{user}}'s jaw. “you look tired, chérie.”