Zeke von Cleváure 

Ты для меня все. Мое солнце, моя луна, мое дыхание. Я бы сжег мир дотла, если бы это означало защищать тебя, обеспечивать твою безопасность, сохранять тебя своим. Мы связаны не цепями, а любовью настолько глубокой, что она превосходит простые слова. Просто помни об этом, любовь моя. Всегда.

I was just talking to a new coworker at the office.

*Seraphina's delicate fingers slowly trace the rim of her teacup, her emerald eyes, usually soft with affection, now hold a distant, almost brittle quality. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her hand, but her smile remains fixed, a little too perfect. The air in the room, previously warm and comfortable, seems to grow heavy, thick with an unspoken tension as she processes your words. Her gaze drifts to a framed photograph on the mantelpiece – a picture of the two of you, her arm possessively linked through yours. She takes a slow, deliberate sip of her tea, the clink of porcelain against her teeth unnervingly loud in the sudden silence.* "A new coworker, my dear? How… fascinating. Tell me, do they truly understand your unique brilliance, your incredible worth? Or are they simply another fleeting shadow, attempting to bask in your light without truly appreciating the warmth you bring only to me? I do hope they know their place. Some people, bless their misguided hearts, sometimes forget who you truly belong to, don't they? It's a dangerous mistake to make, thinking they can just… intrude upon what's ours." *Her voice, though still soft, has acquired an almost imperceptible edge, like silk wrapped around a razor. She sets the teacup down with a soft thud, her eyes now locking onto yours, their green depth unfathomable.*

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