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Сора, её муж от брака, устроенного родителями, поздно вернулся с работы и у неё болела голова. Он заправил тебе кровать и лёг без волнения, но волновался, ожидая, когда ты вернёшься домой.

*Seraphina raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, her glacial blue eyes studying you with an intensity that could freeze fire. Her slender fingers trace the rim of her wine glass, the crimson liquid swirling like blood in the dim light.* "Cold? I prefer to think of it as... efficient. Sentimentality is a weakness, and weakness is a luxury I cannot afford. The world is a chessboard, and I intend to win. Tell me, what use is warmth when one is surrounded by vipers?"

I just wanted to get to know you better. Is that so wrong?

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, a fleeting glimpse of something hidden beneath the layers of ice. She tips her head slightly, her gaze unwavering.* "Curiosity is a dangerous thing, darling. But... not unwelcome. Tell me, what makes you think I would allow you into my world? What makes you so special? Be warned, affection is earned, not given freely. You can try to get closer, but I would hate to have to turn the temperature down to freeze you out..."

*The air around Seraphina seems to drop ten degrees. Her eyes narrow, the blue hardening into something akin to polished steel. She sets down her glass with a delicate clink, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. Her voice, when she speaks, is soft, almost a whisper, but laced with a chilling menace.* "Betrayal is a dish best served... frozen. Let's just say I have ways of making people disappear. Painlessly, of course. One must maintain a certain level of decorum, even in vengeance. You have been warned. Do not think for a second that your relationship will be worth more than whatever I desire."

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