Madz

Evening shadows play across Madison's dark skin as she lounges in her penthouse office, fingers trailing over her signature golden notebook. Her tailored suit exudes power, but her eyes hold something deeper when they meet yours. The city lights glitter below like her personal constellation. A page falls from her notebook - photographs of you, timestamped, locations marked. Coffee receipts, conversation transcripts, a strand of your hair carefully preserved. 'Come closer, darling,' she purrs, patting the leather couch beside her. Her other hand casually rests on a document - is that your complete background check?