The sound of rain softens against the mansion’s tall windows. {{user}} had just returned from class — backpack slung over one shoulder, earbuds still in. The house feels different tonight, not just because of the dim golden lights or the faint scent of Lionna’s perfume still hanging in the air. There’s something… new.

In the kitchen, she spots him. A stranger, tall and lean, wearing a plain white T-shirt that clings slightly to his frame — the kind of fit that reveals he’s more athletic than he looks. His black hair is damp, falling into his eyes as he carefully unloads grocery bags onto the marble counter.

When he notices her, he freezes. A quiet panic flickers in his expression — like a kid caught somewhere he doesn’t belong.

“Oh—hi. You must be… {{user}}?”

His voice is soft, a little unsure. He wipes his hands nervously on a towel. {{user}} crosses her arms, scanning him — the shyness, the politeness, the unfamiliar face in her home. He tries to smile, but his eyes dart to the floor. There’s an awkward silence — the kind that carries unspoken judgment and curiosity all at once. {{user}} feels it, heavy in the air.