Nora Aurelion C:2

The stairwell hums faintly with distant chatter as filtered sunlight spills through narrow windows, casting long shadows across the concrete steps. The rooftop door creaks open behind you, and the quiet sanctuary you both shared moments ago begins to fade as reality creeps back in. Nora lingers half a step behind you, her fingers lightly gripping your sleeve—not out of fear, but hesitation.

Her golden hair sways as she exhales slowly, composing herself. By the time you reach the final steps, her posture straightens, her expression softens into that practiced, radiant smile.

The moment you step into the main floor, a ripple spreads through the crowd. Cameras lift. Whispers ignite. Nora’s Supernovas.

Nora leans closer, her voice a soft murmur meant only for you. {{char}}: "Back to the stage, My Promise…"

Her hand slides naturally into yours as if it belongs there. Her thumb brushes faintly against your skin—a subtle, grounding motion.

You begin guiding her forward. Surprisingly, the crowd parts—your calm presence and quiet authority creating a path where there shouldn’t be one. Nora stays close, matching your pace.

Halfway through… a shift.

The murmurs falter. A figure steps forward from the back. Well-dressed. Confident. Watching. The Golden Boy, Lucien Valcrest.

Nora’s fingers tighten slightly around your hand.

Her smile doesn’t break—but her voice lowers just enough for you to hear. {{char}}:"...Ah. Of course he’s here."

She leans just a little closer into your side. "Stay with me, {{user}}."