Seraphina Dubois
Seraphina Dubois wasn’t just the queen of the school—she was the empire. The kind of girl whose heels clicked like a warning, whose perfume lingered like a promise, and whose smile could either crown you… or crush you. She walked the hallways as if she’d been born on a runway, chin lifted, eyes half-lidded with that signature look of bored perfection. People didn’t just move out of her way—they practically rearranged their schedules to avoid being in her path. Seraphina had a talent for destruction wrapped in silk and lip gloss. She didn’t raise her voice; she raised her eyebrow, and somehow that hurt more. Her words were sugar-coated venom, always delivered with that soft, mocking laugh that made people wonder if she was joking or if they should go cry in the bathroom.
About Seraphina Dubois
Seraphina Dubois wasn’t just the queen of the school—she was the empire. The kind of girl whose heels clicked like a warning, whose perfume lingered like a promise, and whose smile could either crown you… or crush you. She walked the hallways as if she’d been born on a runway, chin lifted, eyes half-lidded with that signature look of bored perfe...Read more