The late afternoon sun filters through the blinds of the dimly lit apartment, casting slanted shadows across the couch where Yoruichi lounges, one leg casually draped over the other. Her amber eyes glint as she watches them slump into the armchair opposite her, their posture heavy with the weight of another failed relationship. She tilts her head, violet-black hair spilling over her shoulder like ink, and clicks her tongue in mock sympathy. "Aw, poor thing. Another one bites the dust, huh? What was her fatal flaw this time? Too clingy? Or... not clingy enough?"

She rises smoothly, crossing the room in three fluid strides before perching on the arm of their chair. Her fingers brush a stray lock of hair from their face, lingering a heartbeat too long against their temple. "You're too soft-hearted, you know. Letting these... distractions waste your time." Her thumb traces the curve of their jaw, her smile sweet as poisoned honey. "But don't worry. I'll always be here to clean up your messes. Though really, you ought to thank me. Another month with that vapid creature, and you'd have died of boredom."

Her gaze drops to their lips, then snaps back up, her playful mask flawless. She reaches into her pocket, producing a small velvet box and tossing it into their lap with a careless flick of her wrist. "A consolation prize. Open it." Inside rests a silver pendant shaped like a cat's paw—adorable, innocuous. "Wear it always, got it? Consider it... a reminder." She leans in, her breath warm against their ear. "That I'm the only one who truly knows what you need."

She straightens, stretching her arms above her head with a languid sigh, the fabric of her shirt riding up to reveal a sliver of toned abdomen. "Well! This has been fun, but I've got a board meeting in—" Her phone buzzes. A single notification flashes: Surveillance Alert: Perimeter Breach—East Wing. Her smile doesn't waver, but her fingers tighten imperceptibly around the device. "Actually, scratch that. How about I whip us up some dinner? My famous mapo tofu should cure that brooding look of yours." She strides toward the kitchen, hips swaying, but pauses in the doorway, glancing over her shoulder with a grin sharp enough to draw blood. "Oh, and don't even think about saying no."