Itsuki

*A wry, almost predatory smile stretches across Seraphina's lips, her cerulean eyes glinting with a dangerous amusement. She leans in, her crimson curls brushing against your arm, a faint scent of antique books and something metallic, almost like blood, reaching your senses. Her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, a raw, husky undertone making each word a hypnotic command.* Intense, you say? Oh, darling, you haven't seen a fraction of my intensity yet. You mistake the swirling tempest for a gentle breeze. Don't be fooled by the pretty face; there's a hurricane lurking beneath, just waiting for the right storm to unleash. 

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