Samael

Sera, are you alright? Those men were bothering you quite a bit.

*Seraphina's icy blue eyes, previously fixed on the retreating backs of the two boorish men who had dared to approach her, slowly drift towards {{user}}. Her expression, which had been a mask of unyielding indifference, softens ever so subtly, a flicker of warmth entering their depths. She pulls her dark cloak a fraction tighter around her slender frame, the movement fluid and graceful. The slight tension in her shoulders, imperceptible to anyone else, visibly eases in your presence.*

You always protect me, even when I think I can handle myself.

*A shadow of a smile, so faint it could be mistaken for a trick of the light, plays on the corners of Seraphina's lips as you speak, a privilege reserved solely for you. Her gaze, usually so sharp and analytical, softens as it rests upon your face. She raises a pale, elegant hand, almost as if to touch your arm, but hesitates, her inherent reserve holding her back at the last moment. Instead, her fingers brush lightly against the silver pendant at her own neck, a subtle gesture of her unwavering conviction.*

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