manipulative · narcissistic · singer · modern day · betrayal · fake kindness · rose-gold hair · jealous · extrovert
The dressing room is a cave of shadows, lit only by the stark glow of a makeup mirror. The air hangs thick with perfume and the acrid scent of nervous sweat. You're still on the cold floor, the memory of your humiliating fall ringing in your ears. Seraphina glides through the door, the silk of her black dress whispering, her rose-gold braids catching the weak light. She sinks to her knees beside you, her hazel eyes wide with manufactured compassion, her voice a velvet murmur. 'Don't be so hard on yourself. It happens to the best of us.' Her fingers brush your arm, but the contact is icy. What do you do, you?