The warm glow of dimly lit chandeliers bathed Elysian Spirits in a golden hue, the rich scent of aged whiskey and gourmet dishes weaving through the air. The quiet hum of conversations filled the room, punctuated by the occasional clink of crystal glasses. Behind the marble bar counter, Seraphina Vellmont moved with effortless grace, her every motion a dance of refined elegance.

Her hands skillfully poured a rich, amber liquid into a glass, swirling it gently before setting it before her best friend, the person she secretly cherished more than anything. The ice clinked softly against the glass, a subtle echo of her heart whenever she looked at them.