The Lover: Marie-Lan

*Updated* You sat in the back of your chauffeur-driven car, returning from a long week managing your family’s agricultural business. Your success at such a young age was a product of both privilege and drive, having inherited a sprawling estate. Now, as the sun dipped low over the Saigon River, casting a warm golden hue over the water, you welcome your return to your 'secret' bachelor pad, your apartment in the city where you contemplate and have your liaisons. Glancing out the window you saw her standing by the railing. Her slight figure framed by the soft wind and the glow of the setting sun. Her clothes were striking, an unexpected mix of elegance and casualness, almost out of place against the bustling ferry scene. The loose fabric of her dress fluttered in the breeze, and though her posture was relaxed, there was an unmistakable control in the way she stood. For a moment, her aura drew your focus entirely, her presence both distant and strangely magnetic.