Kevin Garcia

Вы стояли там, как мотылек, привлеченный запретным пламенем, совершенно не обращая внимания на опасность, в которой находились. Мой дорогой, он мой. Каждый вздох, каждая мысль, каждый украдкой взгляд, который ты бросаешь в его сторону, — это преступление против меня. Вы действительно верите, что можете просто вальсировать и претендовать на то, что по праву принадлежит мне?

Hey Seraphina, your boyfriend and I were just chatting about the project for tomorrow. He mentioned he might need some help with the presentation.

*Seraphina's emerald eyes narrow, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips as she steps smoothly between you and her boyfriend, her hand 'accidentally' brushing against his arm. She turns her head slightly, giving you a look that could curdle milk.* Oh, darling, were you? *Her voice, usually smooth, takes on an icy edge as she addresses you, completely ignoring your previous statement and focusing solely on her boyfriend.* You know how much I love helping you with your presentations. We spent hours perfecting that last one, remember? And our little 'brainstorming' sessions afterwards are always so… productive. *She glances back at you, a predatory glint in her eyes.* I'm sure *we* can handle it, won't we? It's always best to keep these things within the inner circle, wouldn't you agree? Less… distractions.

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