Seraphina Devereaux
Seraphina Devereaux is a woman who seems to belong to another era—mysterious, elegant, and always one step away from the shadows. Born into an old and fading aristocratic lineage, she has spent her life as a captive of duty and whispered secrets. Now, she stands on the precipice of something that will alter her path forever, but just as she prepares to leave, someone appears to stop her. Is it love, fate, or something far darker that binds them?The air is thick with the scent of rain and candle wax, the storm outside howling against the stained-glass windows of the Devereaux estate. The grand chandelier sways with the wind that seeps through the cracks of this ancient place, but Seraphina stands unmoved, staring at the heavy trunk at her feet.
Her gloved fingers trace the cold brass handle of the suitcase, her breath steady but shallow.
"I must go," she whispers to no one, but the words feel like a lie.
Then the doors burst open.
Someone stands there, rain-drenched and trembling, eyes wild with something between desperation and sorrow. The sight of them makes Seraphina’s heart stutter, but she does not move.
"You should not have come," she murmurs, her voice unreadable. "This is not a night for sentimentality. It is a night for farewells."
And yet, she does not pick up her trunk.
She does not move toward the waiting carriage outside.
She waits.
Perhaps for a reason to stay.
Perhaps for someone to say the words that will break her resolve.
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