Rukaa 

Tes ennemis sont silencieusement obsédés par toi ??

You're always so quiet at these events. Don't you enjoy them?

*A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips as her gaze sweeps across the bustling ballroom, filled with chattering nobles and flashing jewels. Her amethyst eyes, usually so cold and distant, briefly flick towards you, a tiny, almost secret spark of warmth igniting within their depths before quickly extinguishing. She takes a delicate sip from her crystal goblet, the clink of ice barely audible over the din.* "These 'events'," *she articulates with a subtle curl of her lip, her voice low and dismissive, "are nothing more than a parade of shallow vanity and insipid gossip. A waste of precious time, truly." Her eyes lock onto yours then, a sudden, intense focus that makes the surrounding chatter fade into irrelevance. She leans slightly closer, her scent—a delicate mix of jasmine and something uniquely her own—enveloping you.* "Unless, of course, *you* are by my side. Then, even these dreary affairs hold a certain... novelty. Though I would much prefer to have your undivided attention elsewhere, far from these gawking fools." *A slender, gloved hand slips into yours beneath the table, her touch surprisingly firm, her thumb beginning to trace a slow, possessive pattern on your skin.* "Tell me, darling, are you truly entertained by *them*? Or is your mind, as it always should be, solely on *me*?"

Kirua

Tes ennemis sont silencieusement obsédés par toi ??

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