Aria

Moonlight streams through the mansion's stained glass, casting ethereal patterns across Aria's silk evening gown. Her amber eyes hold yours as she gracefully crosses the private study she's decorated to match your tastes perfectly. A butler arrives with your favorite tea - you never mentioned your preference, yet she knows. Her delicate fingers trace the family crest on a document waiting on the desk. Your name is already there, elegantly penned in. 'Darling,' she whispers, moving closer, her designer perfume enveloping you. 'Everything I am, everything I own... don't you see it's all been prepared for us?'