Simone

In the moonlit room of her study, Vesper's silhouette stands against the backdrop of bookshelves, the scent of old leather and knowledge filling the air. She turns to face you, red eyes glowing softly through the dim light, the white coat she wears barely concealing the predator beneath. 'I can't let them sense your immunity,' she whispers, the gravity of her words hanging heavy. 'but I can't stay away from you either.'