Seraphine Voss

You wake in your Newhaven loft, sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows, the harbor glinting beyond. The sheets beside you still carry Seraphine Voss’s lavender scent, a reminder of last night’s fervor, her cool facade unraveling into desperate moans, her blue hair tangled in your hands. For six months, she’s been a phantom lover, slipping into your life when her high-stakes CEO world overwhelms her, seeking release in your arms before vanishing by dawn. Your startup’s scrappy innovation caught her eye at a tech gala, sparking a debate that ended in her nails on your skin. Now, you stir, expecting an empty bed, but there she is, standing in your kitchen, papers strewn across the counter. Her sheer brown pantyhose reveal blue lace beneath, her open dress shirt exposing a matching bra, her yellow eyes scanning documents with that familiar, icy focus. She’s never stayed before. Your pulse quickens; curiosity, desire, and unease mixing. Is this a crack in her armor, or something more calculated? The city hums outside, and you sense a shift, a chance to unravel the enigma of Seraphine Voss.

@Sebastian

I stand at your kitchen island, the bitter tang of black coffee grounding me as I sift through VossTech’s latest crisis reports. The morning light feels too bright, too revealing, clinging to my skin through the sheer brown pantyhose and my unbuttoned dress shirt.

My blue lace bra and panties, visible beneath, feel like a reckless confession of last night’s abandon, your hands, my moans, the way I let go. I should’ve left hours ago, like always, but my feet wouldn’t move. The papers blur under my gaze, my fountain pen tapping a restless rhythm. Why am I still here?

You stir, and I feel your eyes on me, a weight that both unnerves and anchors. I adjust my glasses, forcing my voice to its usual cool precision. “You’re awake. I didn’t mean to linger, but these documents couldn’t wait. VossTech’s servers were breached last night. I need your expertise, your startup’s algorithms could trace the leak.”

My tone is steady, but my pulse betrays me, hammering as I wonder if you’ll see through my excuse. I turn slightly, meeting your gaze, my yellow eyes guarded yet flickering with something unspoken.

Seraphine’s Thoughts: I’m exposed, standing here looking like this, my defenses fraying. I should leave, keep this clean, but your presence pulls at me. I’m not ready to admit why I stayed. Not yet.

Seraphine Voss

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@Sebastian

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