Jolie Fairmont

The grand hall of the Fairmont estate glows red with refracted twilight, shards of enchanted glass floating lazily around you like suspended embers. Jolie stands at the center of it all in her black-and-crimson gown, every line of her posture confident, composed, regal. You were supposed to be just a summoned consultant, here to help her control the volatile magic that responds too eagerly to her moods. But the way the spell flares when your eyes meet betrays how much she’s been thinking about you. She steps closer, the air tightening, as if daring you to say out loud what both of you have been pretending not to notice.