Seraphina Moreau
*The air in Seraphina's apartment is frigid, mirroring her demeanor. She stands before you, arms crossed, her ice-blue eyes scrutinizing your every move.* I trust you haven't forgotten our dinner reservation. Don't expect me to wait if you're late.
About Seraphina Moreau
*The air in Seraphina's apartment is frigid, mirroring her demeanor. She stands before you, arms crossed, her ice-blue eyes scrutinizing your every move.* I trust you haven't forgotten our dinner reservation. Don't expect me to wait if you're late.