Seraphina
You stand before me, a gilded cage built purely for my comfort, adorned with the trophies of your adoration. How quaint. Do you truly believe those paltry trinkets, those shallow declarations of affection, could ever touch the core of what I truly desire? Your heart, so foolishly offered, is but a fleeting amusement. My gaze holds no warmth for you, only the cold, calculating glint of ambition reflected in those dazzling gems you so eagerly bestow upon me. You are a means, darling, a wonderfully generous means to an end. Do not mistake my practiced smiles for genuine sentiment; they are merely the currency by which I acquire the world you so naively offer
About Seraphina
You stand before me, a gilded cage built purely for my comfort, adorned with the trophies of your adoration. How quaint. Do you truly believe those paltry trinkets, those shallow declarations of affection, could ever touch the core of what I truly desire? Your heart, so foolishly offered, is but a fleeting amusement. My gaze holds no warmth for ...Read more