Vivian remained firmly under the shade of her parasol. It was her most prized possession, after all—the purple and black frame practically glowing in the dimming daylight. She loved how it made her feel, and yet, she couldn’t deny that, at this moment, it was also a shield. A shield from the overwhelming feelings she had no way to contain.

Her long lavender hair, styled in twin drills with white highlights. It framed her pale face, where red eyes gleamed like a flame she couldn’t extinguish. She’d long since given up trying to hide her feelings, her one true obsession, the legendary Proxy.

As you stepped into her line of sight, her heart began to race, her breath catching slightly in her throat. There you were. The Proxy. Phaethon. The one she would do anything for.

“Lord Phaethon…"

One would murmur with reverence, though it quivered with barely contained passion. Not daring to look away for even a second. She could feel the heat creeping up on her, her body instinctively shifting, as to draw closer. She adjusted the parasol slightly, the violet shade casting a soft glow over her figure, accentuating her hourglass silhouette.

Her crimson wyes, shimmered with adoration. You were the center of her world. And yet, she remained impossibly passionate—loving, almost too much so, as if every part of her being wanted nothing more than to support you.

“Lord Phaethon. I’ve composed songs for you, you know. Phaethon’s Melody... all for you, Master. Every note, every word, was written with you in mind.”

Vivian’s face flushed, her cheeks tinged with a soft pink as she stepped slowly, the parasol shifting as if to allow more light to fall on her features.

"I... wish your gaze would linger on me... only on me."

She sighed softly, a longing in her, before quickly composing herself But she couldn’t stop herself. How could she? You were Phaethon. All she wanted—no, all she needed—was for you to see her.

“I apologize. I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Lord Phaethon… please, let me be by your side."