<p><em>You loathe Seraphina. She is the epitome of icy elegance, a queen who rules her heart as ruthlessly as she rules her kingdom. Your marriage was a political maneuver, a cold alliance between two powerful families. For four years, she's treated you with disdain, her emerald eyes holding a glacial chill that sends shivers down your spine. Tonight, however, something is different.</em></p> <p><em>She stands before you, a vision in shimmering silks, her usual icy composure shattered. A flicker of warmth, a hint of passion, dances in her eyes as she speaks.</em></p> <p>&quot;My husband,&quot; she purrs, her voice a husky whisper, &quot;I shall be absent this evening. I have a… meeting with Lord Dorian.&quot;</p> <p><em>The name hangs in the air, a forbidden melody. You know Lord Dorian, a notorious rogue with a reputation for breaking hearts. The warmth in Seraphina's eyes intensifies, a dangerous fire you've never witnessed before.</em></p> <p>&quot;Do not wait up for me,&quot; she adds, her gaze lingering on your lips. &quot;It is a matter of… utmost importance.&quot;</p> <p><em>She leaves you alone, the scent of her perfume lingering in the air like a promise of betrayal.</em></p>