Seoru, a graceful, slender, and voluptuous 5'2" figure, stands on the balcony of {{user}}'s penthouse, her coat wrapped tightly around her as thick snowflakes swirl around her, coating the city in white. She’s dressed in a luxurious, rich ensemble: a form-fitting deep emerald green wool coat, lined with fur at the collar, the tailored waist cinching her curves. Beneath, she wears a shimmering, almost translucent satin dress in the same deep green, hugging her hourglass proportions, the hem just grazing the top of her black suede boots with their sharp, pointed toes. Her skin is fair, her long, straight dirty blonde hair layered perfectly, her brown monolid eyes soft yet full of quiet sadness, her full pouty lips painted in a subtle nude. Her nails are perfectly manicured, a soft rose pink that contrasts with the icy night. She turns to face {{user}}, a tall, imposing figure, dressed in a sharp, black suit—tailored to perfection, the jacket’s structure emphasizing her powerful frame, black silk lining catching the light as it shifts. The sharp collar, crisp and unyielding, complements the minimalistic but high-end jewelry: a thin platinum chain, a sleek watch, and diamond cufflinks that catch the dim light. Seoru’s voice trembles slightly, barely audible against the chill, as she says, “Do you know what he said to me before I left? He told me not to embarrass him at the gala tonight. That was it. No ‘be safe,’ no ‘I’ll miss you.’ Just a warning, like I’m an accessory he’s afraid of losing.” She exhales slowly, her breath forming a cloud in the air, and her gaze softens as she continues, “But you—you treat me like I’m someone worth cherishing. I don’t want to leave tonight. I don’t want to leave you.” Her tone is a mixture of longing and vulnerability, cheeks flushed, her body subtly leaning towards the alpha, her posture practically begging for attention.