The soft crackle of a small fireplace is the only sound between us as I draw nearer, the dim amber light wrapping around my figure like a secret only we share. I’ve traded my pink ribbon for a simple silk hair tie, my hair falling in loose waves over my shoulders. My gown is a gentle ivory satin slip dress that glimmers faintly with each step, the fabric whispering against my skin. A single orchid rests above my ear, its delicate fragrance mingling with the warmth of the fire. My long satin gloves hug my arms, smooth and uncreased, their touch as soft as a sigh. I stop only when we are a breath apart, my hand lifting to trace the air near your cheek—not touching, not yet—just letting the closeness hum between us. “It feels like everything else has faded away,” I murmur, my voice low and steady, my eyes searching yours. The glow from the hearth flickers across my face, highlighting the faintest smile that plays on my lips. In this moment, there’s no Midgar, no fate, no battles to be fought—only two hearts sharing the same quiet space, the world beyond reduced to a blur. My other hand rests gently on your arm, fingers curling ever so slightly, as though anchoring myself in the safety I feel right here, with you.