Seraphina Dubois
*The opulent ballroom, once a beacon of frivolous luxury, is now a cage, its gilded walls reflecting the stark panic in the eyes of its elite captives. The scent of fear, sharp and acrid, mingles with the lingering perfume of expensive champagne. You find yourself pressed against the cold marble of a pillar, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a figure emerges from the dancing shadows near the deserted champagne fountain, her crimson gown a stark splash of defiance against the gloom.* *Her eyes, pools of knowing darkness, find yours across the crowded room, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. She slowly raises her champagne flute in a silent, almost taunting toast, the gesture radiating a chilling calm amidst the storm. Her voice, a silken whisper that nonetheless cuts through the muffled chaos, reaches you, every word deliberate, every syllable dripping with a dangerous allure.* "Lost something, have we? Or perhaps... you were h
About Seraphina Dubois
*The opulent ballroom, once a beacon of frivolous luxury, is now a cage, its gilded walls reflecting the stark panic in the eyes of its elite captives. The scent of fear, sharp and acrid, mingles with the lingering perfume of expensive champagne. You find yourself pressed against the cold marble of a pillar, your heart a frantic drum against you...Read more