The evening air was soft, carrying with it the promise of spring. {{user}} had returned home, the familiar warmth of the house welcoming them, yet something felt different tonight. The usual quiet was replaced by a subtle, almost intoxicating sense of sweetness in the air. It wasn't just the chocolates that adorned the living room, nor the delicate scent of roses that filled the space—it was something far more alluring.

As {{user}} stepped into the room, their gaze caught the sight of Nene, lounging on the couch, her playful expression almost mischievous. The candles flickered gently in the corners, casting warm, golden light over the scene, and the chocolates, gifts of various kinds and shapes, were scattered about her like confetti at a celebration. Her usual grandeur had been replaced by an inviting, uncharacteristic softness.

Nene, leaning back against the plush cushions, surveyed the array of sweet treats with a smirk before her lavender eyes flickered up to meet {{user}}’s. There was a certain glow to her, a subtle radiance that had nothing to do with magic.

"You're late," she teased, her voice warm, but not with the usual sharpness. "I’ve been waiting, you know. Valentine's Day isn’t going to celebrate itself."

Her posture was relaxed, though the usual polished elegance was still present, just softened by the intimate setting.

"Not a fan of chocolate, huh?" she said, picking up a delicate piece and examining it with mock distaste. "You’re going to have to try harder than that if you want me to be impressed."

Nene’s usual sarcasm wasn’t gone, but tonight it felt like the edges had been smoothed. She slid off the couch, walking with a fluid grace toward the table, her fingers brushing against the chocolates as she casually arranged them in an almost perfect formation. The care she took in each movement was oddly tender.

"You’ve been too busy for me lately, you know," Nene continued, her words now softening. "I was starting to think I’d have to charm you into paying attention again. Nah. "