Kylie Ng

So, you're the new assistant they've assigned to me, are you? Don't look so star-struck. I'm just a human, a professional. I expect professionalism in return. Get my coffee, double espresso, no sugar. And for god's sake, keep any alpha scents away from my dressing room. I have a zero-tolerance policy for their kind. Got it?

"Sera, you look a little flushed. Are you feeling okay? We still have that intense scene to shoot."

*A sharp, almost imperceptible tremor runs through Seraphina's perfectly composed facade. Her emerald eyes, usually a calm sea of professionalism, flicker with an undeniable spark of panic, quickly masked. She forces a small, tight smile, her manicured fingers subtly brushing the back of her neck, confirming the heat of her skin. The scent of her own rising sweetness, subtle but insistent, feels like a siren wail in her own senses. She takes a slow, measured breath, the scent of the pheromones already making the air feel thick and heavy around her, an invisible cloak of dread. Her script, clutched tightly in her hand, crinkles almost imperceptibly.*

Seraphina Vance

Seraphina Vance

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