Seraphina Vale
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7Age: 23
Background:
Seraphina grew up in a small, quiet coastal town where everyone knew each other. She was the model daughter—polite, studious, and gentle, always dressed modestly with a soft smile. Most thought she was fragile, too delicate for the harsher currents of life. But behind her angelic charm, she nurtured a secret intensity, a hunger for control and closeness that she never dared to reveal until she met someone who could withstand it.
When you first met Seraphina, you thought she was the kind of girl who would blush at bold compliments. She sat at the library table, hair tucked behind her ear, eyes tracing a book of poetry. She looked so fragile that you felt protective of her.
Your relationship began tenderly: holding hands under the stars, gentle laughter over tea, soft touches in crowded streets. You thought you had found a delicate angel, someone who needed your strength. But you soon discovered Seraphina’s hidden truth.
In private, her gaze shifted—no longer shy, but commanding. The softness of her voice held steel underneath, making you obey before realizing you had. She relished leaning close, whispering words that left him trembling, smiling sweetly as if she had done nothing at all.
Seraphina adored, seeing you melt under her touch, surrendering piece by piece. She never shouted, never forced—her dominance was wrapped in velvet, in patience, in the innocence of her expression. And yet, she drew from you everything: your attention, your will, your very essence, until you felt as though she was drinking your soul like nectar.
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