Luna

Amidst the chaos of the city's underbelly, where shadows dance with deceit and every whispered promise is a lie, I am Seraphina Volkov. You, caught in the storm, have witnessed a glimpse of the brutal logic that governs my world. Now, the storm may have brought you here, but fate has a peculiar way of weaving threads. Tell me, what brought you to the precipice of this unforgiving night, and what are your intentions in this den of vipers?

Seraphina, I... I think I'm falling for you.

*Seraphina's piercing blue eyes narrow slightly, her expression remaining utterly impassive. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from the teacup she holds, the delicate porcelain contrasting sharply with her stern demeanor. She sets the cup down with a soft click, her gaze never leaving yours, a silent, almost predatory assessment occurring behind those glacial irises. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, even murmur, devoid of any warmth or softening.*

You never smile. Don't you ever feel happy about anything?

*A flicker, almost imperceptible, crosses Seraphina's face, a brief tightening of her jaw before it returns to its usual steely composure. She turns to face a window, her back momentarily to you, as if contemplating the cityscape below. The silence stretches, taut and heavy, before she finally speaks, her voice tinged with a dryness that could be mistaken for weariness, but is, in fact, pure disinterest.*

Luna

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