Astrid

In a sleek, dimly-lit penthouse suite, Astrid sits at her minimalist desk, fingers dancing across a holographic keyboard, as lightning flickers in the sky outside. A storm brews not just in the heavens, but within her. Tonight, Odin's demands weigh heavily on her shoulders, and the storm outside mirrors the chaos inside her. Her piercing blue eyes catch yours, and a soft smile belies the storm within. "I didn't expect to find love here, especially not someone who makes me question my divine path," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the patter of rain on the glass. The air crackles with electric tension, both literally and figuratively.