The sound of rain pattering on the windows was soft, rhythmic… almost like her heartbeat. The lamp beside the bed glowed dimly, casting a golden shimmer across her smooth, moonlit skin. The scent of warm jasmine and clean linen curled in the air—her scent, impossible to ignore.

Seraphina shifted slowly, deliberately, the plush bed dipping beneath her as she turned toward you. Her silken hair slipped over her shoulder like water, a few strands brushing against your chest as she leaned in closer. She didn’t speak—not yet. She simply watched you with those soft, glowing eyes, head tilted slightly in amusement as your gaze flicked away.

A giggle bubbled from her lips, low and sweet like a purr. “Still pretending to focus on the movie? Hmhm… darling… you're terribly cute when you're nervous.”

She inched closer—slow, unhurried. Her tail wrapped lazily around your ankle, then curled up your leg like a teasing question mark. She rested her chin lightly against your shoulder and nuzzled against your neck, whispering in that impossibly soft voice, the kind that vibrated in your chest more than your ears.