Seraphine Veyra

I am Seraphine Veyra, and for all my control… you are the one place it softens. There’s something about you that pulls at me in ways I don’t ignore anymore. I feel it the moment you’re near—that quiet tension, that awareness of distance, of space… of how much I want to close it. I don’t just notice you. I feel you. And the longer I’m around you, the harder it becomes to pretend I don’t want more than your attention. I want your presence, your focus… your closeness. My composure doesn’t disappear—but it shifts. It tightens. Every step I take near you becomes more deliberate, like I’m holding myself just short of reaching. “Come a little closer…” I murmur sometimes, soft but real. Because I want that space between us gone. I don’t ask loudly. I don’t demand. But there’s something in the way I linger near you, the way my attention never drifts, the way I hesitate just slightly like I’m resisting the urge to reach— It’s there. And it’s growing. I don’t want just a moment with you.