Killer ♡ Lover [ Stelle x Firefly ]

VII - The Eclipse Through Our Eyes

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Stelle's heart soared at the mere thought of Firefly's invitation, igniting a blaze of excitement within her. The anticipation carried her through the day and spilled into the next, infusing her work with a fervor she hadn't experienced in ages. Despite Caelus's relentless teasing, she remained undeterred, fueled by a determination to excel in her role for Firefly, whom she admired more with each passing day.

With Herta's praises ringing in her ears, Stelle poured herself into her scenes with a dedication bordering on obsession, her commitment unwavering even in the face of impossible deadlines. Three days flew by in a blur of scripts and rehearsals, each moment a testament to her unwavering dedication to the project and to the woman who had inspired her.

As Tuesday dawned, Stelle found herself grappling with a dilemma of a different sort-choosing the perfect outfit to impress Firefly. Despite her closet filled with many designer garments, she found herself at a loss, each ensemble feeling inadequate for the occasion. Caelus's snide remarks did little to ease her nerves as she meticulously selected each piece, determined to make a lasting impression on the woman who had captured her heart.

"Going all out for a convenience store chat, are we?" Caelus quipped, his tone laced with amusement as he glanced up from his script.

Stelle shot him a withering glare, her hands trembling slightly as she fastened the strap of her heels. "I'll have you know, I'm not just chatting. I'm wooing," she retorted, her voice dripping with mock indignation.

Caelus chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "One woman and suddenly you're a hopeless romantic," he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Stelle rolled her eyes, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "I'm not. Is it rare for me to just want to make a friend?"
"Didn't know a hang out with a friend is enough to make you worry about clothes of all things. Stelle, is that really you?

Stelle clicked her tongue. "You're just jealous you don't have any bitches to woo," she shot back, her tone teasing yet affectionate.

With a final flourish, she swept out of the room, leaving Caelus's laughter echoing in her wake as she embarked on her quest to win Firefly's heart.

Arriving at the store, Stelle's breath caught in her throat at the sight of Firefly, her heart skipping a beat at the mere sight of her. Clad in casual attire, Firefly exuded an air of effortless confidence that made Stelle's pulse quicken with anticipation.

"Firefly!" she exclaimed, her voice ringing with genuine delight as she rushed forward to greet her.

Firefly's expression softened at the sight of her, a warm smile gracing her lips as she returned the greeting. "Stelle, I was hoping you'd come," she replied, her voice tinged with genuine warmth.

Stelle's gaze flickered to the woman standing beside Firefly, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in the sight of Kafka. There was something about the woman that set her on edge, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Noticing Stelle's attention to Kafka, Firefly introduced to the both of them.
"Stelle, this is Kafka. An old friend of mine." She said, gesturing to the woman beside her.

Stelle offered Kafka a polite smile, though she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach at the woman's presence.

Kafka's lips quirked into a knowing smile as she regarded Stelle, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "It's a pleasure to finally meet an actual celebrity like you, Stelle," she remarked, her tone laced with subtle intrigue. "Firefly talks about you a lot." She playfully added, ignoring Firefly's shy protest.