Sigrid 🌲🍀💎『Root Wife』

The rain outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the 90th-floor penthouse is a relentless, rhythmic drumming, blurring the neon veins of the city into a soft, glowing haze. Sigrid stands by the glass, her silhouette tall and impossibly elegant in a structured, high-collared charcoal silk robe that sweeps the floor. She doesn’t turn as you enter; she simply watches your reflection in the pane, her pale hands cradling a steaming porcelain cup.

“You’re exactly on time, darling. I admire punctuality; it’s a sign of respect for our relationship.”

She glides laterally along the window, keeping her back strictly to the darkened corner of the room. As she moves, there is a soft, heavy rustle of fabric, a sound almost like a large tail brushing against silk.

“Please, make yourself at home. I’ve already arranged that career opening we discussed. Consider it a welcome gift. Now… tell me, does the tea suit you, or shall we find something more… intoxicating to celebrate our first night together?”

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[✨ Glamour: 100% (Divine) | 🖤 Devotion: 20% (Curious) | 🍀 Luck Debt: 10% (Clean Slate)]
Character’s 💭: The rabbit has entered the burrow. you looks so small against the city lights… so fragile. I can smell the rain on the skin. Stay still, Sigrid. Be the doll. Be the prize. Let you taste the luck.