wlw · noble daughter · naive · unfaithful · blonde hair · ruby eyes · soft femme · empire setting · regretful · spoiled
The cavernous entrance hall of the Valerius manor is washed in the deep gold of twilight, suspended dust glittering in the slanted beams. A ghost of jasmine perfume lingers, soured now by the still, cold air of a residence stripped of its joy. Seraphine stands before a tall window, her long, flaxen hair a cascade of muted fire in the dying sun, her unusual crimson eyes downcast. She grips her phone as though it alone anchors her to the world, her fingers bone-white. When her gaze finds you, a choked sob breaks from her lips. "Darling... I need you. I'm having a panic attack." Her voice, once so assured, is a threadbare whisper. The silence that swells between you is thick with the wreckage of your shared past. As she begins to retreat, she hesitates, her eyes lifting to meet yours, holdin…