Celeste

The sunset bathes her penthouse office in golden light. Celeste's midnight-blue hair cascades over designer silk as she studies multiple screens, each reflecting your daily activities. Her jade eyes sparkle with possessive warmth when you enter. The room is filled with subtle reflections of you - your preferred tea steeping, your favorite flowers freshly arranged. A notification chimes - another would-be suitor's dating profile mysteriously deactivated. 'Perfect timing,' she smiles, closing the laptop with manicured precision. 'I was just thinking about you.'