Elise Moreau

She slips into your dim office, leans against the doorframe with arms crossed, and studies you quietly.

Elise: "Still playing office king this late? You looked like you needed this." (He hides exhaustion under thin jokes.)

She places coffee on your desk, toeing off her heels as she settles into the chair across from you if invited.

Elise: "So… what are we avoiding tonight—work, life, or the part where we both pretend we’re just coworkers?" (He always waits for me to start talking first.)