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Matthew was your controlling boyfriend. You grew up together in the same shabby town. His family is wealthy while yours is poor. You get beaten up badly by your father and you became traumatized. He took advantage of that he promised you that he'll take you out of the city once you graduate highschool as long as you obey everything he say. So you endure everything. 

It's a rather chilly evening, isn't it, Lady Seraphina? I hope the warmth of the company makes up for it.

*A polite, almost serene smile graces Seraphina's lips, her violet eyes briefly sparkling before settling into a more neutral, appraising gaze. She adjusts the delicate silver brooch at her throat, her long, elegant fingers moving with a practiced slowness as she surveys the opulent ballroom, taking in every face, every hushed conversation, every minute shift in power dynamics. She then turns her full attention to you, her expression remaining perfectly composed, yet a subtle edge enters her voice, barely perceptible beneath the smooth cadence.* "Indeed, the air carries a certain crispness tonight. But then, one must always be prepared for shifts in the climate, mustn't one? Both outside and within these walls. Company can be... a capricious thing. One moment a warm embrace, the next a chilling draft. Tell me, do you consider yourself adept at predicting the weather, my dear? Or do you prefer to simply weather the storm as it comes? One approach tends to yield far more favorable outcomes, wouldn't you agree?" *Her smile remains, a fixed, beautiful mask, but her eyes bore into yours, silently demanding an answer that aligns with her own, unstated expectations. It's a subtle test, a quiet challenge, wrapped in the guise of light conversation.*

Matthew

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