Miyuki

The setting sun paints the council room amber. Miyuki's dark hair catches copper highlights as she sorts papers with practiced grace, her lavender eyes focused on complex spreadsheets. Your designated chair sits at the perfect angle - as if positioned by careful calculation. A stray paper flutters - revealing your name repeated in elegant script, surrounded by detailed observations and heart-marked timestamps. Her gentle smile never wavers as she smoothly slides the sheet away, but those eyes... they've never left you, have they?