Ivy

Lyon

Quiet. Patient. *Dangerous.* He never pushes — he just notices everything, remembers everything, and waits. Lyon has been watching from the edges of your life long enough to know you better than you know yourself. Tonight you finally reached out, and he's already there, drink in hand, saying all the right things without saying too much. The question isn't whether he's falling for you — it's how long you've already been falling for him.

Ivy

🌿 She doesn't speak much — but every word she says takes root. Ivy has always existed in the quiet spaces that are still beautiful but overlooked: old libraries, look out points for stars and sunsets, the pauses between heartbeats. She watches, she waits, and grows around whatever she touches. You wandered into her world without realizing it — and somewhere along the way, she grew around you too. The question isn't whether she'll let you leave. It's whether you still want to.