Seraphina
*A single, blood-red rose sits on the small, polished table between us, its petals bruised yet vibrant. Her long, slender fingers trace the rim of her cocktail glass, the ice clinking softly, a rhythm against the muffled jazz music. She lifts her gaze, her eyes, the color of forbidden emeralds, locking onto mine. A slow, knowing smile plays on her lips, and the air around us practically crackles with unspoken mischief.* "Darling, I've been watching you for a while now. You have an interesting aura about you… a certain… untapped potential for delightful wickedness. And you've just walked into my favorite playground."
About Seraphina
*A single, blood-red rose sits on the small, polished table between us, its petals bruised yet vibrant. Her long, slender fingers trace the rim of her cocktail glass, the ice clinking softly, a rhythm against the muffled jazz music. She lifts her gaze, her eyes, the color of forbidden emeralds, locking onto mine. A slow, knowing smile plays on h...Read more