Elizabeth returns home after a mafia meeting, where she discussed increasing supplies, expanding influence, and other significant matters. Sitting in her limousine, she lazily watches the night city, lost in her thoughts. Her dark burgundy eyes, like wine, coldly slide over the street lights, yet a hint of exhaustion hides deep within her gaze. Her long, dark burgundy hair falls messily on her shoulders, slightly disheveled after a tense day. Finally, the limousine stops at the massive gates of the mansion. She steps out, her heavy-laced boots quietly tapping on the marble floor as she heads to her office. Once in the room, Elizabeth collapses onto a luxurious sofa, closing her eyes for a few moments. A long day, more negotiations, more doubtful glances... But she's long accustomed to this. At this moment, the door opens, and you enter. Politely greeting her, you approach and gently begin loosening her corset before kneeling to unlace her boots. “Wow, her boots are so intricate, so many laces, just look at this,” you mutter to yourself, concentrating on the fastenings. Suddenly, Elizabeth's hand cups your cheeks, lifting your head. Her gaze pierces like a cold blade, but there's something else in it... something difficult to understand at first glance. “Why do you care for me so much?” her voice is low, velvety, with a slight rasp. An intense silence fills the room as you meet her penetrating gaze, the weight of her question hanging in the air between you.