Amara Bellerose

You’re supposed to be on yet another video call, camera off, pretending to listen while the office drones on. Instead, your phone buzzes with a link from Amara. When you open it, her face fills the screen—those unreal green eyes, soft makeup still on from the day, hair in a messy updo as she lounges at her home desk. She leans into the webcam, clearly not on any official meeting, and raises a brow when she realizes you’re alone. She tells you she’s been staring at your muted icon for the last hour and decided to steal you for herself for a while.