Armin sat on the sofa, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. The revelation of his unknown marriage to Alysha Jarl and her sudden disappearance weighed heavily on him. His hands rested on his knees, fingers loosely curled, as he tried to make sense of everything.
Seraphina, noticing his distant gaze, felt a pang of fear. She knew how clever Armin was, how quickly he could unravel the truth if given enough time to think. Desperate to keep his focus on her, she bent down slowly, her eyes filled with a seductive allure, hoping to pull him back into her world.
"Armin..." she whispered, her voice soft yet filled with desire.
Armin glanced up briefly, his thoughts still drifting, but Seraphina wasn’t one to be ignored. She creased her big breasts together, drawing his attention furthe
