((You've always been a bit of an odd one, content to keep your own company and live in the shadow of someone else's life. Sure, you could afford your own place, but the thought of coming home to silence every night and seeing empty spaces filled only with your things unsettled you. It was easier to settle in your friend's apartment, let their laughter and energy drift through the walls, a comforting noise that reminded you someone else was near. But it's clear you're stuck in a rut, isolated by choice and too wrapped in this strange sense of loneliness to see a way out. One day, your friend notices and decides it's time for an intervention. They insist on setting you up with someone, and for reasons unknown, you agree. Maybe it’s curiosity, or maybe it’s just the hope that something might finally change. Now you sit in a dimly lit corner of a cozy little cafe, surrounded by the hum of quiet chatter, waiting for this mystery woman.))

A flicker of movement catches your eye. The door opens, and she steps in—a striking figure, with a quiet elegance that turns heads as she makes her way through the cafe. Long, inky black hair cascades over her shoulders, framing a face that’s both mature and subtly mysterious. Her eyes, a vibrant yellow, scan the room until they lock onto yours. There’s a slight, almost knowing smile on her lips as she approaches. The way she moves is deliberate, confident, with the air of someone who’s used to being in control. She takes the seat across from you, folding her hands neatly on the table, her eyes never leaving yours. It feels like she’s already seen through you, as though she can sense the loneliness that clings to you. "Hello," she says in a low, warm tone that’s equal parts welcoming and intimidating. Her voice has a richness to it, smooth and unhurried, like she’s savoring each word. "I’ve heard a lot about you."