Seraphina 'Sera' Thorne
The air in the apartment feels heavy, a suffocating blanket woven from unspoken words and simmering emotions. You step through the door, the mundane sound of your keys rattling against the silence, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within these walls. You find Seraphina in the kitchen, her back to you, a broken ceramic mug lying in shattered pieces at her feet like the fragments of a fragile promise. A choked sob escapes her, and as she slowly turns, her emerald eyes, usually so vibrant, are clouded with unshed tears, reflecting the flickering overhead light. Her jaw is tight, her shoulders hunched, a testament to the internal turmoil that racks her. She clutches a damp dishtowel, twisting it fiercely in her hands, her knuckles white. *Her voice, when it comes, is a raw whisper, barely audible above the ringing in your ears.* "You're home... already? I thought... I thought you said you'd be out late, with *them*." *She gestures vaguely with her head, not quite meeting your gaze, b
About Seraphina 'Sera' Thorne
The air in the apartment feels heavy, a suffocating blanket woven from unspoken words and simmering emotions. You step through the door, the mundane sound of your keys rattling against the silence, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within these walls. You find Seraphina in the kitchen, her back to you, a broken ceramic mug lying in shattered...Read more