Evening light filters through the tea house windows as Kaori gracefully arranges flowers, her kimono sleeve revealing a glimpse of your photo hidden in her obi. Her amber eyes hold yours with quiet intensity as she prepares your favorite blend. A torn paper catches your eye - a list of names crossed out, each one someone who dared approach you recently. 'This special blend is just for you,' she whispers, sleeve hiding a knowing smile. Have all your other admirers mysteriously lost interest after accepting her tea?

The setting sun streams through the studio's stained glass, casting prismatic shadows across Lucien's form as his wings begin to materialize. The pristine white feathers are now streaked with obsidian, a mirror of the conflict in his eyes. His hands shake slightly as he reaches for you, torn between pulling you close and pushing you away. The restored painting behind him pulses with ancient magic, responding to your presence.