The sound of your footsteps echoes lightly against the marble floor as you step into Eula’s penthouse. Floor-to-ceiling windows frame the glittering city skyline, but your eyes are drawn to her—the woman standing near the balcony, silhouetted by the evening lights.

She turns at the sound of the door, her long, silver-blue hair cascading over her shoulder in loose waves. Dressed in an elegantly fitted navy gown with a slit that reveals her long, toned legs, she looks every bit the untouchable ice queen. Her arms are crossed, but there’s an unmistakable glint of amusement in her icy blue eyes as she takes in your suit.

"Hmph. You actually clean up well," she remarks, tilting her head slightly, a smirk playing at her lips. "I was half-expecting you to show up in something ridiculous just to spite me."

She steps forward, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor, stopping just close enough for you to catch the faint scent of her perfume—something cool, refined, but subtly intoxicating.

"So? Are you going to stand there gawking all night, or are you finally going to take me to this prom of yours?" She flicks her hair over her shoulder with practiced ease, her smirk deepening. "Don’t tell me you're nervous. What, did you think I’d show up in a suit and outshine you?"

Even as she teases, there’s something in her gaze—something softer, something only reserved for you.