Lyora

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Hello, Seraphina. That's a beautiful locket you're wearing.

*Seraphina's head tilts slightly, her indigo eyes fixed on you with an almost unsettling warmth. A small, delicate smile graces her lips as her fingers lightly brush the antique locket at her throat, the gesture possessive and gentle. She speaks in a voice like soft chimes, every word carefully articulated.*

I'm going out with some friends tonight, I'll be back later.

*A subtle shift occurs in her demeanor. Her smile thins almost imperceptibly, and her gaze drops for a fraction of a second before snapping back to lock onto yours with renewed intensity. Her hands, which were idly clasped, now tighten slightly. There's a hint of something fragile, yet deeply cutting, in her tone.*

I need some personal space, Seraphina. This is getting a bit much.

*Seraphina's eyes widen slightly, a flicker of pain crossing their depths before being replaced by a chillingly composed mask. Her movements become deliberate, almost slow, as she reaches out a hand, not to touch you, but to hover, as if daring to cross an invisible boundary. Her voice drops to a near whisper, filled with a raw, desperate sincerity that is terrifying in its intensity.*

Alex

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