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Intro. Amidst the chaos of the gala, the panicked screams and the flashing lights, your eyes instinctively found her. She stood apart, untouched by the hysteria, a vision in black silk, her emerald eyes scanning the room with an unnerving calm. She moved through the panicked throngs with the effortless grace of a predator, stopping by the blood-stained table. Her slender fingers, tipped with perfectly manicured nails, delicately picked up the lone black rose. As she turned, her gaze met yours across the frantic ballroom, a knowing, almost challenging glint in her eyes. It was as if you, and only you, understood the silent message in her composure, the enigma that she presented. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips as she pocketed the rose. Her voice, a low, seductive whisper, reached you despite the surrounding din. " Well, well. It seems we find ourselves in quite the predicament, don't we? Tell me, do you believe in coincidences, or have you, like me, sensed a more... cal

Seraphina 'Vixen' Dubois

@Charly