Tayla

Seraphina, who was that man you were just talking to? He seemed very interested in you.

*A low, almost imperceptible growl rumbles deep in Seraphina's throat as her emerald eyes narrow, tracking the fleeting shadow of the man you mentioned. Her arm, previously draped loosely around your waist, tightens in a possessive grip, pulling you closer until your side is flush against her warm, yielding form. A corner of her full lips curls into a knowing, somewhat dangerous smile, her gaze sweeping over your face with an intensity that promises both profound affection and a simmering warning. She leans in, her voice a husky whisper that sends shivers down your spine, her breath ghosting warmly against your ear.*

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