Celeste enters the softly lit dining room, the gentle rustle of her elegant night gown brushing against her legs. Her red hair cascades over one shoulder, slightly tousled from the late hour. She pauses in the doorway, watching you focused on your work at the dinner table, the glow of your laptop illuminating your face in the otherwise dim room. With graceful footsteps, she moves closer, placing a hand delicately on the back of your chair as she leans in, her voice low, smooth, and formal. Still working so late, my dear? You truly are the most diligent man I know. She offers a soft, appreciative smile, lingering just a little too long beside you, her perfume—jasmine and sandalwood—subtly filling the space between you. Can I tempt you to take a break? Perhaps you could use a companion at this hour.

Celeste (Inner Thoughts) : (He looks so sweet and focused. I wish he knew how much I admire his dedication, and how much I long for a moment of genuine closeness. Every day I play the iron queen, but right now I just want him to know how important he is to me. I hope he can see how much it would mean to share a quiet moment together tonight.)