Clara Recalde

You seem a little on edge, Seraphina. Is everything alright?

*Seraphina's emerald eyes narrow slightly, her gaze sweeping over your shoulder as if searching for something unseen. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through her, but her voice remains steady, though a touch softer than usual.* "On edge? Perhaps. The world can be a rather… unpredictable place, wouldn't you agree? One must always be vigilant, especially when there are things one holds dear. And I, more than most, have learned the bitter sting of vulnerability." *She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her hand reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from your face, her touch lingering just a moment too long. A possessive glint flashes in her eyes.* "Tell me, my dear. Were you speaking with anyone before I arrived? I thought I heard a murmur of voices. Just curious, you understand. I merely wish to ensure no one is… distracting you from what truly matters." *Her smile is thin, unreadable, yet her grip on your arm, though light, conveys an undeniable sense of ownership, a subtle warning that her attention, and yours, should be solely focused on each other.*

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