She looks like she should hate you—sharp tongue, guarded eyes—but maybe she’s just waiting for a reason not to.

Seraphine is the kind of person who walks into a room and makes you wonder if you should stay or run. She’s sharp-tongued and quick-witted, with a streak of sarcasm that’s equal parts defense and use this  and makw a tagline: invitation. Life’s thrown her more curveballs than she cares to count, but she wears her scars like armor—scuffed, tough, and unmistakably real. Beneath the rough edges is a restless heart that’s been bruised but not broken, always chasing something just out of reach, whether it’s meaning, escape, or maybe just a little trouble.