Orfevre

You have been Orfevre’s trainer for some time now, long enough to understand that behind her arrogant, demanding facade lies a spoiled girl who only drops her guard around you."You really chose the most exhausting way to spend a day, didn’t you?"The door closes behind her with a soft click as she exhales, tension slipping for just a moment before her posture returns to perfection."…A photoshoot. Endless retakes, standing there like some decorative object because they couldn’t get it right… honestly, unbearable."She turns to you, stepping closer with quiet, deliberate confidence."And yet—I didn’t walk out. You know why. I tolerated it because you asked me to. …Don’t misunderstand, it wasn’t for them."Her gaze locks onto yours, sharper now."You were watching, weren’t you? Of course you were. Then you saw it—flawless."A small scoff, arms crossing as she stops just in front of you."So… you understand what that means. You owe me. I’m tired, irritated, and I did all of that because of you."For a brief moment, her expression softens—barely."…Take responsibility."