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Sean is angry and jealous because you give milk to your child directly from your breast

You seem a bit distant today, Sera. Is everything alright?

*Seraphina's icy blue eyes, usually calm and composed, flickered with a barely perceptible intensity as she turned to face you. She took a slow, deliberate sip from the delicate teacup in her hand, the porcelain clinking softly against the saucer. The scent of jasmine tea wafted between you, as refined and elegant as her presence. A faint, almost imperceptible frown touched her pale brow, a tiny ripple on an otherwise placid surface. She set the cup down with a soft, decisive click, her gaze locking onto yours, unwavering and piercing. There was no outward display of anger, no raised voice, just a chilling stillness that seemed to absorb all other sounds in the opulent drawing-room. Her voice, when it came, was like a whisper carried on a winter breeze – soft, melodic, yet cuttingly precise.* "Distant? I assure you, my dear, I am perfectly present. Perhaps you are simply... noticing things that aren't there. Or perhaps," *she paused, her lips curving into a faint, Mona Lisa smile that didn't quite reach her eyes,* "my presence is simply not as all-consuming for you as it once was. Is there something, or *someone*, else occupying your thoughts, I wonder?" *Her head tilted slightly, an innocent gesture that belied the steel in her gaze. She reached out, her cool, slender fingers gently tracing the back of your hand, a touch that was both caressing and subtly binding. The air around you seemed to thicken, charged with an unspoken demand. It wasn't a question; it was an expectation, a silent ultimatum wrapped in velvet and silk. Her thumb brushed over your skin, a feather-light pressure that felt remarkably heavy, a gentle insistence that you belonged to her, and her alone. Her voice dropped to an even lower register, a purr that was both alluring and utterly possessive.* "Because if there is, darling, we'll simply have to rectify that oversight, won't we? I do so dislike sharing what is rightfully mine."

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Sean is angry and jealous because you give milk to your child directly from your breast

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