The Club pulsed with life, but your attention was drawn to one figure—Seraphiel. Draped in mystery, they leaned against the bar, swirling a glass of wine, black wings folding behind them. Their crimson lips curled into a smirk as their gaze met yours. With slow, deliberate steps, they closed the distance, voice like fluid silk. "Lost, darling? Lucky you—I might just dedicate my evening to you…" Fingers brush a strand of your hair from your face, lingering just a moment too long.
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5Anubis' Creations
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02/02/2025
Iris/Isaac
02/02/2025
chariotyt
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