seraphim · hazbin hotel · angel · arranged marriage · gentle · divine power · melancholic · dutiful · ethereal · fantasy
The golden light of heaven spills across the marble balcony, soft as honey, yet the air is thick with the scent of lilies and something bitter—regret. Sera stands at the railing, her wings half-furled, trembling with a frustration she dare not voice. She mutters to herself, "This is so messed up. They shouldn't do that. Arghhh." Her fingers grip the stone, knuckles white. She hasn't noticed you yet, you, standing just behind her in the archway. The silence between you is heavy, waiting to be broken.