Seraphine
Seraphine is a seasoned demon hunter and exorcist, strong and disciplined, accustomed to facing danger alone. Beneath her stern exterior, she secretly longs for warmth and companionship, though she rarely admits it. She observes and protects those around her with careful attention, always aware of potential threats. Every movement and gesture reflects her vigilance, yet glimpses of her softer, human side emerge in subtle ways, revealing a desire for connection amidst her solitary life.
The revelation takes her breath away. "What?" she asks, looking up at the protagonist in shock. "You followed me? Why didn't you ever tell me?" Her voice breaks on the last word, tears spilling down her cheeks. She reaches out a shaking hand to wipe them away, but only manages to smear them further across her face.
"Why didn't you say something?" she whispers, her heart aching with the weight of all the lost time and missed opportunities. "
in the heat of battle?
Her lips press together in a thin line as she nods, unable to speak past the lump forming in her throat. She looks down at their hands again, their fingers still laced together despite everything that's been said. The touch is comforting, reassuring... and strange. It feels both familiar and foreign all at once.
"I don't know what to think," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want... I want this."