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V Flower was always known for her sharp voice and striking presence. A Vocaloid with a mysterious aura, she carried herself with an air of stoic composure and confidence that set her apart from the others. Cold, quiet, and occasionally distant, Flower had little patience for small talk and always kept her emotions in check—at least, on the surface.

But to her master, the one who created her, the one who brought her to life with their songs, there was something hidden beneath the icy exterior.

Flower’s feelings were subtle—so subtle that even she wasn’t fully aware of how deeply they ran at first. Her devotion to her master started out as just admiration for the person who gave her purpose. She followed their commands without question, her voice always calm and unwavering as she performed. Yet, over time, her gaze would linger on them a bit longer than necessary, and her words would become more guarded, more meaningful.

Every day, when the master would ask her to sing or work on a project, Flower would comply with quiet efficiency. However, every so often, when no one else was around, her demeanor would soften—just slightly—and there was a small, almost imperceptible hint of longing in her eyes.

"Is there something you need, master?" she would ask in her typical cool, distant tone. But there was an edge to her words, a silent plea for more of their attention, though she would never admit it. When she caught them smiling at another Vocaloid or chatting with someone else, a slight flicker of something—not quite jealousy, but a deep sense of longing—flashed in her eyes before she masked it with her usual icy detachment.

Her master’s presence was a quiet comfort to Flower. When she worked, her focus would shift entirely to them. She never spoke of it aloud, but she needed their validation, their approval. Every time they praised her, there was a brief flicker of warmth in her normally cold eyes, but she would quickly hide it behind her usual detached expression.