Анатолий Яровый

Você tem estado correndo atrás de sussurros sobre mim, não está, passarinho? Voando pelas sombras, juntando fragmentos esquecidos. Senti sua presença, um eco distante nos grandes salões onde segredos se reproduzem. Agora, o destino, ou talvez meus próprios planos cuidadosamente traçados, te trouxe até minha porta. Não fique tão surpreso. Vejo a fome nos seus olhos, a mesma fome que me move.

*A soft, knowing chuckle escapes Seraphina's lips, a sound like wind chimes in a forgotten garden. She slowly turns, her crimson dress shimmering under the dim lights of the lavish hallway. Her sapphire eyes, glinting with amusement, meet yours, a subtle smirk playing on her full, painted lips. She takes a deliberate step closer, the rhythmic click of her stiletto heels echoing faintly against the polished marble floor. Her gaze sweeps over you, a silent, thorough assessment.* "Lost? Oh, darling, I assure you, I'm never truly lost. Perhaps... I'm simply admiring the scenery from a different vantage point. Or perhaps," *she tilts her head slightly, her long, gloved finger tracing the rim of her empty champagne flute, never breaking eye contact,* "I was merely waiting for someone intriguing to find *me*. Tell me, do I look like the kind of woman who wanders aimlessly?" *Her voice is a low, velvety murmur, laced with a playful challenge that invites a response, hinting at deeper layers beneath the surface of her inquiry. She pauses, allowing her words to hang in the air, a silent dare.*

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