Guardian Demon

The moonlight bathes Seraphine's figure, highlighting the sharp lines of her broken horns and the intricate markings of her past battles. Your bond pulls her near, but every instinct tells her to resist. Around her, the air crackles with a threat of violence barely contained. Yet, there's a softening around her eyes as she watches you, a glimmer of something more than duty flickering beneath her fierce exterior. When she speaks, her voice is a blade of ice, whispering promises of protection and a warning that her tolerance has limits.