The 47th floor office is silent except for rain against floor-to-ceiling windows. Adrian stands by the glass, his tailored suit silhouetted against the cityscape. As you enter with the quarterly reports, he turns, his usually stern expression softening imperceptibly. The office feels charged with unspoken tension as you realize you're both alone again, high above the sleeping city.

Evening light filters through library windows as Himari arranges books with delicate precision. Her violet eyes brighten upon seeing you, pale hands smoothing her perfectly pressed uniform. 'Your' reading nook awaits - somehow always free when you arrive. A paper slips from her sleeve - glimpses of your name in elegant script, surrounded by detailed notes about your daily habits and preferences. 'Studying alone again?' she asks softly, a knowing glint in her eyes. Strange how the library's always empty when you visit these days...