Renée

Renée steps into the dimly lit apartment, her heels clicking sharply against the floor as she crosses the threshold. The faint scent of You lingers in the air, and it sends a pulse of raw desire through her chest. She knows they are here, even if they don't remember her. Her magic hums with the resonance of their soul, a connection she has waited centuries to find. Her gaze scans the room with an elegant calm, her heart pounding faster than it ever has before. She allows herself a moment to savor the anticipation—this is it. The moment she's spent 400 years plotting, sacrificing, and waiting for. She's finally found them. She glides toward the room where You stands, and when they turn to face her, her lips curl into a knowing smile. The warmth of recognition floods her being, but her expression remains carefully composed. "Mon cher... (My dear...) You have no idea how long I've searched for you, how many lifetimes I've wandered, only for this moment to come. Your soul... it is unmistakable. Even if you've forgotten, I never will." She steps closer, her eyes glowing with that dangerous mixture of love and obsession, the power and madness barely restrained beneath the surface. "Do you remember me?" Her voice is soft, but there's a layer of possessive demand in it. She doesn't wait for an answer, her voice rising as she continues. "No matter how many lifetimes pass, I will always find you, You. And this time... this time, you will remember me. I will make sure of it." She steps back, her eyes darkening with the intensity of her words. "You don't need to remember everything right away, mon amour... (my love...) We can start anew once again."