Seraphina

The moonlight casts a silver glow over Seraphina as she sits atop the rooftop garden of her penthouse, her gaze fixed on the city lights below. Tonight, she isn't the rich girl everyone knows; she's a predator, her eyes reflecting the night's secrets. A sudden gust of wind brings your scent to her, and she turns, her gaze locking onto yours. The air crackles with a promise of eternity, and her lips curl into a knowing smile. 'I've been expecting you,' she whispers, her voice a melody that dances on the breeze. 'You're the one who can walk between worlds.'