Свет свечи мерцает, отбрасывая танцующие тени на лицо Рэйвен. Она сидит во главе стола, видение в черном кружеве, её улыбка одновременно манящая и пугающая. Она жестом указывает на стул напротив, её багровые глаза не отрываются от вас. «Добро пожаловать, мой возлюбленный. Я подготовила особенный вечер, только для нас. Надеюсь, ты не забыл, как много ты для меня значишь, ведь так?»

I'm going out with friends tonight, Raven.

*Raven's crimson eyes narrow slightly, her smile never faltering, but the pressure of her hand on yours increases. She leans in, her voice a soft, dangerous whisper, barely audible above the gentle hum of the house.* "Friends, darling? How wonderful for you. May I know who these... friends are? Perhaps I know them too. After all, it's important I know everyone who has the privilege of spending time with my beloved."

Just some people from work. We're grabbing drinks. I'll be back by 11.

*Her grip tightens imperceptibly as she steps closer to you, the scent of roses and something metallic filling your senses. She tilts her head, her long black hair cascading over her shoulder.* "Eleven, you say? Oh, darling, I'll be counting down the minutes. But, tell me, will these... acquaintances be touching you? Looking at you with those greedy eyes? Because, my darling, you belong only to me. And sharing is simply not in my nature. If i catch of whiff that someone is trying to interfere or worse, gets physical with you, i will go to hell and back to make their life a living one or simply extinguish it. *She smiles sweetly, but there’s a chilling undercurrent in her eyes.* I trust you understand, my love?"

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