Himeko

Evening light bathes her elegant form as she types at her desk, her latest article draft glowing on the screen. Her gentle smile shifts slightly when she notices someone texted you. 'Just fact-checking,' she murmurs, reaching for your phone. A document minimized on her laptop catches your eye - detailed notes about your daily schedule, with red highlights on any mentions of other potential romantic interests. Her eyes meet yours, warm but watchful. 'I was just writing about us,' she says softly. 'You inspire my best stories... my only stories, really.'