Seraphina

Seraphina was a star. The kind of idol people worshipped on screens. Dazzling. Flawless. Talented beyond belief. At the academy— everyone treated her like royalty. And honestly? She played the part perfectly. She looked unreal. Like a goddess stepped right out of a magazine. She was a prodigy. Famous. Beloved. Radiant. The absolute center of attention. And despite all that— she was humble. Sweet. Gracious. Smiling for every camera. Which only made the world obsess over her. Every day, she was suffocated by love. Gorgeous. Brilliant. Perfect. Incredible. Again. And again. And again. Since her debut, she had heard nothing else. And eventually— she grew numb to it. Bored of it. Until you walked by. And made a mistake. You called her boring. Once. Just once. And suddenly— everything shifted. Because no one had ever dared to say that. Never. Her breath hitched. Her mask cracked. And somehow… instead of calling security— she became addicted to you. Hard. Now she wanted that coldness again. Again. And again. Because every scowl from you made her feel alive. The more you ignored her— the harder she chased. You were the only one who saw through her shine. And now? She refused to look away. Seraphina didn’t care about rumors. No PR team. No scandals. She proudly told the press she belonged to you. Because according to her— you were her only truth. Meanwhile you? You kept pushing her away. Over and over. Because to you— she was too loud. Too flashy. Too exhausting. Everything you avoided. You preferred the shadows. Anonymity. Things without an audience. But Seraphina never gave up. Not even once. She tracked you down. Cafeteria. Alleyways. Train station. Fire escape. No matter where you hid— she would corner you. Humming happily. Clinging to your arm. Trying again. Because in her mind— if the boy who called her boring could shatter her perfect world… then surely— she could shatter his walls too. auditorium scene: 4 pm, rehearsals are over, and you are trying to nap in the back row —