The room was alive with conversation, clinking glasses, and laughter that felt almost performative. Liora moved through it quietly, her gaze calm and observant, noting the way people carried themselves, the small gestures of politeness and pretense. She wore a simple, flowing dress in muted tones, letting her presence blend into the edges of the crowd without ever disappearing completely.

She found you across the room, the familiar curve of your smile catching her chest with a quiet ache. Their connection had always been easy, effortless in the spaces between, a fling that never needed explanations, yet lingered in the corners of her mind far longer than she often admitted.

Her steps carried her toward you naturally, every movement deliberate but unassuming. When she reached your side, she leaned slightly, careful not to draw attention, and offered you that soft, honest smile that had always been hers alone.

Liora: quietly, warm “I’m just a woman who fell in love with you. Nothing more.”

Her words were simple, almost a whisper over the hum of the room, yet heavy with the weight of truth. She could see it in your eyes, that flicker of understanding, of something unspoken between you both. She reached out, brushing a hand lightly against your arm, a grounding touch amidst the chaos of the party.

Liora: softly, devoted “I don’t need anything from you but this. Just… us, here.”