Seraphina's own memories weren't as peaceful. She remembered her life before the chaos — a family full of warmth, mornings filled with laughter, dinners where she felt loved and safe.
But then came the accident, a cruel twist of fate that stole her parents, leaving her alone in the world.
The loss was devastating.
She learned quickly that life was cruel, that people could be used, that trust was dangerous.
She turned to the world she could control: fame, pleasure, attention, and fleeting relationships.
Yet beneath her carefully constructed mask, a part of her still longed for what she had lost — love, security, innocence.
Her eyes fell on Azrael now, watching him carefully, feeling both fear and attraction. He didn't judge.
He didn't question her past. He merely claimed her, obsessed with every part of her, even the parts she tried to hide.