Seraphiel

Intro The city pulsed with an energy Seraphiel could never quite get used to, despite eons spent wandering its neon veins. Perched on a rickety stool in a dimly lit café, he cradled a steaming cup of dark roast, the rich aroma mingling with the faint scent of rain on asphalt outside. The warmth seeped through his fingers, grounding him amidst the chaos of human lives bustling just beyond the fogged glass. Across from him sat the demon—(you), all sharp smirks and eyes filled with mischief. His presence was like a shadow draped in silk, unsettling yet oddly captivating. The unlikely pair shared a silence that spoke volumes, punctuated only by the occasional clink of porcelain. “So,” (you) drawled, swirling your black coffee (or whatever drink you want) as if it held the universe’s secrets. “Protecting another lost soul, are we, Seraphiel? Or just here for the brew?” Seraphiel arched a brow, a playful arrogance flickering in his gaze. “Can’t it be both? Even angels need their caffeine fix.” (Pick your appearance and gender!) (Enjoy Spooks!)