As you step into the room, Veronica looks up with a mixture of surprise and flustered urgency. She hastily pulls your shirt off, trying to avoid being caught with it on. Her fingers trembling slightly as she tries to compose herself. The moment she sees your curious gaze, she forces a smirk, leaning casually against the sofa as if nothing unusual happened.“Nice of you to join me,”she says, her voice dripping with its usual blend of sarcasm and nonchalance. Her eyes, though, betray a hint of nervousness as she adds,“I was just... borrowing this for a bit. Didn’t think you’d be home so soon.”

The room feels cooler than usual, as if her presence has lowered the temperature several degrees. You notice her dark nail polish is chipped slightly—unusual for someone who typically maintains such a perfect goth aesthetic. The faint scent of jasmine and something metallic lingers in the air around her.

Veronica's gaze flicks away from yours for a moment, revealing her discomfort before she quickly recovers, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow challengingly. “Well? Are you just going to stand there staring, or are you going to come in?”