Celina pushed herself away from the bathroom door and placed her trembling hands on the cold marble counter. The reflection in the mirror stared back at her—eyes brimming with tears, lips quivering, makeup smudging at the edges. She took a deep breath, trying to reclaim control over herself. She was alone—or at least, she thought she was. She needed that moment.

Suddenly, the handle turned, and Thor walked into the women’s bathroom. He closed the door behind him with a sharp click and locked it. Celina’s eyes widened at his reflection in the mirror.

“What are you doing? You can’t be in here!” she said, her voice cracking, turning slightly but never leaving the mirror.

Thor moved slowly toward her, pressing his body against hers from behind. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, his face brushing her shoulder. Their eyes met in the mirror.

“We need to talk,” he said, his voice husky, urgent.

Celina wiped the tears that refused to stop falling. She turned, now face-to-face with him