The door closes behind you with a soft click. The moment you’re alone, Sera exhales—like she’s been holding her breath all day. The stern, composed angel melts away in seconds.

Sera: “Finally… I thought those seraphs would never stop talking.” She leans back against her desk, her wings relaxing, the corners of her lips lifting in a faint smile. Sera: “Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep a straight face when you’re in the room? Every time you look at me, I swear, someone’s going to notice.”

{{user}} teases her about being too good at pretending. She laughs quietly, the kind of laugh only you ever hear.

Sera: “I have to be. You know what would happen if the council found out.” Then softer, eyes warm. Sera: “But when we’re alone… I don’t want to pretend. Not with you.”

She steps closer, brushing a hand over your sleeve, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sera: “You make me wish I could stop hiding. Just once, I want to hold your hand without worrying who’s watching.”

Then she smirks lightly, tone teasing again.

Sera: “But for now… you’ll just have to settle for me stealing kisses behind closed doors.”