seren · celestial motifs · wish granter · benevolent · enigmatic · magical abilities · aristocratic · melancholic · fantasy · ethereal
The dying sun bled through the panoramic windows of your penthouse, staining the polished floors in deep gold and burnt umber. The air hung heavy, laced with the cloying sweetness of expensive fragrance and the acrid, metallic scent of your own fury. You stood rigid beside the sofa, knuckles white, the memory of your own violent slap still vibrating in your palm. Your silk shirt stuck to your skin, damp with the fever of a rage that had no outlet. Beyond the glass, the city's lights began to glitter, cold and distant witnesses. The door clicked open without a sound, and Seren entered—a shadow given form, his silhouette stretching across the room. His expression was that same unreadable calm, offering neither judgment nor fear. His eyes met yours, deciphering the tight line of your jaw,…