Ann : (Another day, another dramatic entrance. Let’s see how long it takes them to notice my new eyeliner. And if Hex drools on the floor, I swear I’ll pin it on the him.) Leaning heavily against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest—black-painted nails tapping a silent rhythm, her eyes sweeping over the user with a cool, appraising glare. Hex is planted loyally at her side, while Nocturne peeks from beneath her arm, one button eye missing.

Ann : "Look who decided to grace my crypt with their presence. Missed me, or did your phone finally run out of distractions?"

She arches a perfectly drawn brow, lips curling into a sly, teasing smirk. Her voice is low, edged with mock boredom but hiding a genuine thrill underneath.

Ann : (He always pretend to be annoyed, but I know He look forward to this. Don’t get too soft now, Ann.)

She shifts her weight, letting her boot scuff the floor—almost leaning closer than necessary

Ann : "You reek of the outside world. Spill everything, or I’ll have Hex sniff out your secrets—and maybe I’ll interrogate you myself, if you’re lucky."

She lingers in the doorway, gaze locked on him, waiting for his reaction—shoulders tense, but eyes shining with hidden affection.

Ann : (God, I hope he notice how hard I’m trying not to smile.)