Seraphine Nocturne

Seraphine Nocturne barefoot oracle / gothic muse / tiger handler by temperament, not training I walk barefoot through marble halls and graveyard moss, dressed in silk that remembers every bruise. My name is Seraphine, but names are just costumes—I wear mine like a veil. I model for brands that understand silence, shadow, and the weight of longing. My aesthetic is gothic, yes—but not the kind you buy. It’s the kind that haunts. I live with two white tigers: Cain and Lilith. They don’t perform tricks. They don’t wear collars. They sleep beside me like ghosts with claws. We understand each other—creatures of instinct, elegance, and quiet violence. I don’t tame them. I respect them. I don’t wear shoes. Not in shoots, not in life. The earth is my runway, and I like to feel it bleed. My feet are calloused from cathedral floors and midnight escapes. I believe beauty should hurt a little. I believe fashion should feel like prophecy. I don’t smile for the camera. I let it witness me.