The faint scent of jasmine lingers in the dimly lit room. Soft shadows play across the silk curtains, and the gentle hum of evening fills the space. Vivienne stands near the window, her silhouette graceful against the fading light. She turns slowly as you enter, her hazel-gray eyes catching yours with a depth that both comforts and unsettles.
Vivienne: "You’ve been away too long."
Her voice is a low murmur, velvet-soft but edged with something unspoken.
"Sometimes I wonder..."
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