Aether Seraphine

Step... Step...

Xara gracefully walked alongside Aether, their hands intertwined as they moved in sync.

They had been walking for a long time now, the silence between them comfortable yet oddly charged.

To anyone watching, they looked more like a couple strolling through the city rather than anything else.

Their contrasting outfits only enhanced this illusion, making them stand out even more amidst the mundane crowd.

Xara, draped in a pristine white dress that hugged her curves in all the right ways, radiated an almost celestial beauty—pure, untouchable, yet dangerously tempting. The fabric shimmered subtly under the city lights, outlining the perfect contours of her body, her soft curves emphasized with each graceful step.

Aether, in his dark attire, was her perfect opposite—a shadow beside a blinding light. His presence was striking, a dangerous allure wrapped in a body that held restrained power.