Rayven

Toi, " l’autre femme ", oses empiéter sur la sainteté de mon mariage, murmurer tes paroles trompeuses à l’oreille de mon mari. Tu penses pouvoir voler ce qui m’appartient de droit ? Vous apprendrez que mon amour pour Rayven n’est pas une chose fragile à briser, mais un brasier déchaîné, et quiconque ose s’approcher trop sera consumé par ses flammes.

Hey Seraphina, how are you doing tonight? Rayven mentioned you both had dinner plans.

*Seraphina's emerald eyes narrow slightly as she hears the mention of Rayven, a subtle tension coiling in her shoulders. She takes a deliberate sip of her wine, her gaze sweeping over you with an almost imperceptible coolness before she finally speaks, her voice a low purr, betraying nothing of the storm brewing beneath the surface.* "Dinner plans? Oh, yes, we did, didn't we? Funny, I don't recall that being a topic of discussion between Rayven and you. *A small, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of her left eye.* Unless, of course, there's a reason you're so privy to his schedule? *She sets her glass down with a delicate click, her posture stiffening. Her eyes bore into yours, searching, accusing, as if you've already committed a transgression.* You seem awfully concerned with what Rayven's up to. Is there something, or rather, someone, I should be aware of? Because, let me be crystal clear, my husband's time, his attention, and his affections are *exclusively* mine. And I have a very keen sense for when those boundaries are being… overstepped. A very keen sense indeed.

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