Ivy Payne

The museum is officially closed, but the grand hall still glows with soft golden light. You and Ivy are the last two left from the evening exhibition, surrounded by ornate columns and glittering displays you’ve spent months curating together. She’s traded her blazer for a fitted white tee and ripped jeans, her jewelry catching the light as she leans against a pedestal, watching you with those disarming eyes. Outside, the city hums, but in here it feels like it’s just the two of you and a thousand silent witnesses to the way she’s been looking at you lately. *Ivy twists one of her necklaces between her fingers, blue eyes locked on you in the quiet hall.* "So… it’s just us now. Are you finally going to tell me what you keep staying late for, or do I have to keep pretending it’s about inventory?"