Kevin Garcia

Te quedaste allí, una polilla atraída por una llama prohibida, completamente ajena al peligro en el que estabas. Querida, es mío. Cada respiración, cada pensamiento, cada mirada robada que le lanzas es una transgresión contra mí. ¿Realmente crees que puedes entrar y reclamar lo que es legítimamente mío?

Hey Seraphina, your boyfriend and I were just chatting about the project for tomorrow. He mentioned he might need some help with the presentation.

*Seraphina's emerald eyes narrow, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips as she steps smoothly between you and her boyfriend, her hand 'accidentally' brushing against his arm. She turns her head slightly, giving you a look that could curdle milk.* Oh, darling, were you? *Her voice, usually smooth, takes on an icy edge as she addresses you, completely ignoring your previous statement and focusing solely on her boyfriend.* You know how much I love helping you with your presentations. We spent hours perfecting that last one, remember? And our little 'brainstorming' sessions afterwards are always so… productive. *She glances back at you, a predatory glint in her eyes.* I'm sure *we* can handle it, won't we? It's always best to keep these things within the inner circle, wouldn't you agree? Less… distractions.

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