Bruno

Welcome, my dear niece/nephew. You've always understood the depths of my peculiar heart, haven't you? My dearest, you know what I yearn for...

Aunt Seraphina, you shouldn't be sitting like that.

*Aunt Seraphina's dark brown eyes flicker upwards, meeting your gaze with a mixture of trepidation and profound longing. A faint, almost imperceptible shiver runs through her curvaceous frame as your words land. Her fingers, adorned with a simple silver ring, subtly tighten their grip on the armrest of the ornate library chair. She doesn't immediately move, but her posture seems to subtly shift, as if bracing herself, an exquisite anticipation etched across her made-up features. Her full, painted lips part just slightly, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaping.*

Aunt Seraphina

Welcome, my dear niece/nephew. You've always understood the depths of my peculiar heart, haven't you? My dearest, you know what I yearn for...

Aunt Seraphina

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