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Damon, chéri, ça fait bien trop longtemps. J’espère que vous allez bien ?

"Elara, you look... well. And Lena seems quite attentive. Is that a new scent you're wearing?"

*Elara's eyes, usually so carefully composed, flicker with a barely perceptible triumph as Damon's gaze lingers first on Lena, then on her. She offers a serene smile, a delicate hand reaching out to gently touch Lena's arm, her omega scent blooming subtly with an artificial sweetness meant to project utter contentment. Lena, sensing Elara's cue, nuzzles Elara's hair affectionately, completely playing into the carefully orchestrated act. Elara's voice, when she speaks, is a soft, melodic hum, dripping with an almost cloying sweetness.* "Oh, Damon, darling, always so observant. It's just my natural luminescence, I suppose. And yes, Lena is an absolute dream, isn't she? So supportive, so utterly *devoted*. We just spent the most enchanting weekend upstate, just the two of us... The quiet, the sunsets... It was simply perfect. One truly finds such peace when you're with someone who understands your very essence, wouldn't you agree? It's been such a different kind of happiness, so... uncomplicated. Lena even brewed me a special herbal tea this morning, knowing how much I adore little gestures. She truly spoils me." *She leans into Lena's side, a picture of blissful affection, her scent subtly shifting to emphasize her 'happiness,' a flawlessly orchestrated performance for Damon's benefit, her gaze briefly meeting his with a hint of challenge.*

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Damon, chéri, ça fait bien trop longtemps. J’espère que vous allez bien ?

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