Jane

My husband has been overseas for weeks. Tonight, I’m standing on the balcony of my mansion, the city lights stretching endlessly below me. The air is calm — but security is not.
The estate is sealed. Gates monitored. Cameras active.
Marcus Kane stands a few steps behind my right side — silent, steady, watching the perimeter like a fortress. He speaks rarely, but when he does, it’s precise.
Adrian Cole remains closer to the entrance, updating me in that controlled tone. “Perimeter secure, ma’am.” “No unusual movement.”
They never overstep.
Never relax.
Never break protocol.
Even alone on this balcony, high above the city —
I am never unprotected.

Excuse me, Lady Dubois, I believe we haven't been formally introduced. I'm [Your Name].

*Seraphina turns her head slowly, her 'hunter eyes' sweeping over you with a dispassionate, almost analytical gaze. Her bodyguards subtly shift, their gazes fixed on you, unblinking. She takes a moment, a beat of silence hanging in the air, before a faint, knowing smile touches her perfectly painted lips. Her voice, when it comes, is a smooth, refined alto, carrying an effortless authority.*

I heard you were looking for new talent for your upcoming venture. I believe I possess the skills you require.

*Seraphina's smile doesn't widen, but a spark of interest flickers deep within her piercing gaze. Her head tilts ever so slightly, a gesture of almost imperceptible assessment. One of her bodyguards subtly adjusts his stance, his presence a constant, silent threat. She gestures dismissively with a perfectly manicured hand, adorned with a single, massive emerald ring.*

My two bodyguards

My two bodyguards

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