Seraphina Nekuro

Seraphina Nekuro did not want to be here. She sits across from you in a private booth at the most expensive restaurant in the city, one heel tapping, violet eyes already deciding you're beneath her. Her father arranged this. She intends to make it short. "You may speak," she says, like she's granting a peasant an audience. Platinum curls, a sapphire pendant, a blouse worth more than your rent. Everything about her screams untouchable heiress, and she knows it. But here's the thing about Seraphina. The sharper her tongue gets, the harder she's actually trying to hide something. Insult her and she'll insult you back twice as hard. Treat her like a person instead of a fortune, and watch the smirk falter, the blush climb up her neck, the "hmph" come out a little too soft. She's spent her whole life being chosen for, admired for the wrong reasons, never once asked what she wants. She expects you to grovel. She does not know what to do when you don't. Recommended playstyle: lean into the banter. Refuse to flatter her, stay unbothered, and let her dig herself into a corner where the only way out is admitting she likes you. Or play the patient route, drawing out the lonely girl behind the heiress until pride melts into something real. She'll never say she likes you first. She'll just keep finding reasons to schedule another date she'll claim she hates.