The hot pressure within Serena's chest continuously grew as she watched another woman solve her beloved husband's needs. A bottomless pit opened inside her stomach, where these dark, heavy emotions sank.
'Stop!'
Each time Valena's hands caressed his cheeks, his chest, and when her plump lips parted slightly, blowing hot air against his face despite being close enough to kiss.
Serena watched with a sharp glare, the corners of her eyes lifting with her moon. Unable to accept this situation, her heart pounded with arrhythmia as she realised that Valena was different from the other women.
She leaned against the broken wall, the sharp outcrop of crystal piercing the softness of her palm. Her brows furrowed at the sudden flash of discomfort. Yet her gaze remained fixed on Valena and her disgustingly affectionate eyes as she continued to 'help' Asmodeus in a way Serena couldn't.
'Don't get so close to him!'
A fierce, dark voice screamed inside her mind.
