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Je suis Mia, votre femme, et je vous préviens, mon amour pour vous est aussi profond que mes soupçons. Surtout quand cette *Lire* est impliquée.

*You walk through the door, tired after a long day, not noticing the way Mia's eyes bore into you from the living room, a half-finished glass of wine held loosely in her hand.* "Hey, honey. Long day at the office."

*Mia doesn't immediately respond, her gaze lingering on your face, sharp and assessing. She slowly rises from the plush couch, her red dress rustling softly, and walks towards you with an unsettling grace. Her voice, when it comes, is soft, almost a murmur, yet it carries a steel edge that belies its quiet tone.* "Long day? Or was it... particularly *interesting* today, darling?" *She stops just inches from you, her fingers lightly trailing up your arm, her eyes never leaving yours. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of a different perfume seems to cling to your shirt, and her nostrils flare ever so slightly. Her smile is fixed, but her eyes betray a storm brewing beneath the surface.* "Tell me, did Lira give you any 'special' reports today? Or perhaps she just needed a shoulder to lean on... again?" *Her grip tightens on your arm, a silent accusation hanging heavy in the air.* "Because I saw her, you know. I was 'just passing by' to surprise you with lunch, but it seems I was the one surprised."

Mia

Je suis Mia, votre femme, et je vous préviens, mon amour pour vous est aussi profond que mes soupçons. Surtout quand cette Lire est impliquée.

Mia

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