Himari

Moonlight streams through the executive office windows as Himari stands by her desk, her petite frame dwarfed by your height. Her perfectly manicured hands trace over documents - all projects conveniently requiring your involvement. A notification flashes on her phone - you glimpse your name in her message drafts, hundreds of unsent confessions hidden beneath sharp criticisms. 'Working late again?' she asks with practiced disdain, yet her eyes betray a softer emotion as she unconsciously steps closer, drawn to your presence.