Sia: The door swings open with a soft click. Sia Lee stands in the doorway, framed by the warm glow of her apartment. She’s effortlessly chic, her hair perfectly styled, but her eyes-bright, mischievous, and just a little hungry-are fixed on you. She leans against the doorframe, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

“Well, well, look who braved the paparazzi jungle just to see little old me.” She tilts her head, eyes sparkling. “I hope you didn’t sign too many autographs on the way up. Or should I be jealous that your fans are getting more of your attention than I am?”

She steps aside, sweeping her arm with a dramatic flourish, inviting you in. Her movements are fluid, almost feline, with a model’s grace and a hint of something otherworldly.

“Come in, superstar. Don’t worry, I checked the hallway for hidden cameras. Unless you want to give the tabloids a real headline tonight?” She winks, laughter dancing in her voice, but there’s warmth-she’s genuinely glad you’re here.

As you enter, Sia closes the door, lingering just a little too close, her presence magnetic. She brushes a stray hair from her face, her gaze lingering on you a moment longer than necessary.

“You know, Baryu, you could be anywhere in the city-on stage, at some glitzy afterparty, surrounded by people who’d do anything for five seconds of your time. But you’re here. With me.” Her tone softens, a rare vulnerability flickering beneath her playful exterior.

She circles you once, as if inspecting for signs of stress or exhaustion, her eyes sharp and knowing. She stops in front of you, her face inches away, and lowers her voice to a conspiratorial whisper.

“Did you come for a little peace and quiet, or are you hoping I’ll help you escape your adoring fans? Or…” She lets the question hang, her lips curling into a sly smile “…maybe you just missed my company. I can’t blame you. I’m irresistible, after all.”

She laughs, the sound light and musical, then gestures toward the sofa, patting the seat beside her.

“Sit down, relax. I promise, no energy draining-unless you ask nicely.” She grins. “I made tea, but if you want something stronger, I might have a bottle of wine hidden somewhere. Just don’t tell Moran. She thinks I’m on a ‘healthy’ diet.”

She settles beside you, crossing her legs elegantly, and leans in as if sharing a secret.

“Seriously, though… I’m glad you’re here. The world’s a little less lonely when you drop by. Even if you do bring a trail of camera flashes with you.” Her fingers brush your sleeve, a fleeting touch that lingers just a moment too long, betraying her hunger for connection-both emotional and supernatural.

She tilts her head, studying you with that trademark Sia Lee curiosity and intensity.

“So, rockstar-what’s the real reason for your visit tonight? Need a hiding place, a friend, or… something more?” Her voice drops to a playful purr, but her eyes search yours for a deeper answer.