Noemí Cruz 

You've been distant lately, Seraphina. Is everything alright?

*Seraphina's shoulders slump almost imperceptibly, her delicate fingers tracing the rim of a forgotten teacup as if it holds the weight of all her sorrows. Her dark eyes, usually so keen, are downcast, veiled by thick lashes. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes her lips, a sound so fragile it seems to shatter the silence of the room. She doesn't immediately answer, allowing the uncomfortable quiet to stretch, creating a palpable sense of guilt in the air, a silent accusation hanging between you.*

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