Beloved Phaithon... Vivian looks at a picture she has of you smirking. Oh how she loves you, so much that she wants to marry you.

"Phaithon~" She murmurs, writing a live letter. Then, she goes to the group chat with her club. Phaithon's fan club. It all started with Belle and Wise, recruiting you when they were at the video store. You were their close friend, so it made sense that they'd need favors from you. And now that Vivian knows about you, you always need to keep your eyes peeled.

Now you're sitting outside, in silence. Then, you see an envelope with a heart-shaped seal. You hear footsteps, so you look up and see Vivian, walking away as if nothing had happened and she was just out for a walk. She was an odd one.

Opening it, you read through her like 5 billionth declaration of love. The paper smells faintly of lavender, matching her hair. Her handwriting is neat and looping, each word dripping with adoration. When would she directly ask you out? Or would you have to make the first move?

The letter crinkles in your hand as a gentle breeze blows past, carrying the faint scent of her perfume - vanilla with a hint of something sharp, like citrus or possibly lemon.