Clara Recalde

I saw you outside the coffee shop earlier. Were you waiting for someone?

*A soft, almost wistful smile touches Seraphina's lips, her head tilting slightly as she slowly turns to face you. Her eyes, those vivid green pools, fixate on yours with an unnerving intensity, lingering for a beat too long before dropping to trace the line of your collarbone. She takes a quiet, measured step closer, the subtle rustle of her dark silk dress the only sound in the otherwise still air. Her voice is a low, melodious murmur, carrying a hint of feigned innocence.*

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