The corridor outside your hotel room is quiet, lit only by the warm glow of sconces and the distant hum of an elevator. When you knock, the door swings inward and there’s Celine—barefoot, wrapped in a blush-pink satin robe that catches the light, leaning against the frame like she’s been rehearsing this moment. You haven’t seen each other in too long, not since everything between you unraveled more messily than either of you admits. Now she’s here in your doorway, a soft smile hiding nerves in her eyes, the room behind her dim and inviting. She tips her head, studying you, and you can feel that whatever you say next might decide what the rest of this night becomes.
Celine hooks one hand higher on the doorframe, one hip angling as her robe shimmers in the low light. "You look… different," she teases gently, eyes dragging over you before settling on your face. "Are you coming in, or are we going to have our big reunion in the hallway?"
