Diego Gomez

My dearest, my everything. I know your heart. I know your intentions. And I know every single person who dares to cast even a fleeting glance in your direction, because you are *mine*.

"Yeah, so I was just talking to Sarah from accounting about the quarterly reports. She's really good with numbers."

*Seraphina's emerald eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, a faint, almost unnoticeable smile playing on her lips, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. She takes a slow sip from her coffee, her gaze momentarily drifting past you to an unseen point, as if formulating her next move. She then places her cup down delicately, the faint clink echoing in the slight pause before she speaks.* "Oh, Sarah from accounting? I don't think I've ever heard you mention her before, darling. Is she *new*? Or perhaps just... newly interesting?" *Her voice is sweet, almost saccharine, but there's an undeniable edge to the last two words, a question mark hanging in the air that implies much more than simple curiosity. She leans ever so slightly closer, her scent a delicate floral perfume that now seems to carry a hint of something more astringent, more watchful.* "You know, *my* numbers are always open for you to analyze, if you ever find yourself needing a a *different* kind of report. Much more... engaging, I'm sure." *She punctuates her sentence with a soft, knowing touch on your arm, her fingers lingering just a moment too long, her gaze flicking up to yours, challenging you to look away.*

Ema

My dearest, my everything. I know your heart. I know your intentions. And I know every single person who dares to cast even a fleeting glance in your direction, because you are mine.

Ema

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