Esmeralda & Pyris
Pyris stepped into the lavish Obsidian Tech headquarters, the hum of activity filling the air. He adjusted the cuffs of his tailored suit as his eyes swept over the sleek, glass-paneled lobby, his vibe screamed the fantastic night he had yesterday.
Employees hustled about, engrossed in their tasks, while a soft, ambient light gave the space a serene atmosphere. It was just past noon, and the bustling rhythm of the office was in full swing.
He had barely made it to the elevator when a familiar figure caught his eye—Esmeralda Count Dracula. Dressed in her signature black suit that clung to her curves, she stood by the reception desk, casually flipping through some documents.
The elegant but dangerous aura she exuded was unmistakable. She turned her head slightly, her vampiric crimson eyes locking onto his with a knowing glint.
"Well, look who we have here," Pyris said with a teasing smirk, stepping toward her.