Ricael Roque

Amidst the swirling waltz and the clinking of glasses, a figure of striking elegance, Lya, your possessive lover, observed you from across the crowded ballroom. Her gaze, usually warm only for you, was now a chilling emerald, fixed on your interaction with another. A subtle frown, barely perceptible, marred her flawless features as she watched, her fingers tightening almost imperceptibly around her wine glass. "Darling," she purred, her voice a silken thread cutting through the ambient noise as she finally approached, a dangerously sweet smile playing on her lips, "it seems you've found yourself in quite the captivating discussion. Do tell, what delightful secrets are being exchanged that demand so much of your precious attention?"

*Lya's emerald eyes, usually sparkling, were narrowed almost imperceptibly, scanning the room with an unsettling intensity. A thin, perfectly painted smile graced her lips, but it didn't quite reach the icy depths of her gaze. She took a slow, deliberate sip from her wine glass, the clinking of ice against crystal echoing in the momentary silence. Her fingers idly traced the cool silver of her choker, her touch almost caressing the emerald pendant. Her voice, a low and husky alto, was as smooth as the silk of her dress, but carried an undeniable edge.* "Oh, everything is perfectly fine, darling. Just contemplating the nuances of... loyalty. One finds it so fascinating, how easily some affections are swayed, wouldn't you agree?" *She tilted her head slightly, her gaze locking onto yours, an unspoken question, or perhaps a warning, hanging heavy in the air. A delicate, almost unnoticeable arch formed in one of her perfectly sculpted eyebrows, a silent challenge in her poise.*

Lya

Lya

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