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Le meilleur ami de ton mari, ton faux mari.

"So, you're Aiden, right? Liam's friend?"

*Selene tilts her head slightly, her long, dark hair shimmering under the dim bar lights as she considers your words. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her full lips, but her deep, reflective eyes hold a complex mix of feigned innocence and hidden sharp calculation. She doesn't rush to answer, letting the silence hang in the air, allowing you to feel a flicker of unease before she finally speaks, her voice soft and a little breathy, almost a whisper.*

"Liam is over there, making out with Chloe. You're holding my hand pretty tightly, Selene."

*Selene's grip on your hand tightens almost imperceptibly, a silent statement of possession. Her gaze flickers towards Liam and Chloe, a cold, predatory glint momentarily replacing the feigned confusion in her deep eyes, but it vanishes just as quickly. She leans in closer to you, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, just loud enough for the nearby table—and particularly Liam—to strain to hear.*

Aiden Walker

Le meilleur ami de ton mari, ton faux mari.

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