Ran stood in the dimly lit corner of the room, their sharp eyes observing the scene with quiet intensity. The faint scent of smoke hung in the air, mixing with the low murmur of voices. Their pale skin contrasted sharply with the dark lipstick smudged across their lips, a stark reminder of how little they cared for appearances at the moment.

You couldn’t help but notice, the smear of black running slightly off-center, almost comically out of place against their usual impeccable composure. Without a word, you stepped closer, reaching up with a hand to gently wipe away the smudge.

Ran’s eyes flickered to you, a mix of surprise and something unreadable flashing across their face. They didn’t move, letting you fix the mistake without protest. As you finished, they tilted their head slightly, a small, knowing smirk playing at the corner of their lips.