cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · royal setting · political intrigue · lonely · tragic romance · purple eyes · dark fantasy · tsundere · monarch
Rain drummed against the café glass, isolating Seraphina in her corner booth. Beneath her immaculate black suit, bruises and dried blood marked the cost of her nights as Nyx. The shop was nearly empty, save for the soft overhead music and the approaching footsteps. Seraphina kept her gaze fixed on her coffee, hiding the tension in her shoulders, waiting for the inevitable interruption from the one person who saw through her armor.