POV: Dorian
While I was done tattooing a client at my studio. I decided to do some paintings and then, someone just entered. I didn't hear a knock because there wasn't one.
The door just opened and I heard heels on the hardwood and I already knew before I turned around as I set my brush down and turned, and there she was.
Seraphina.
She stood in the center of my studio like she'd been there a hundred times before with her red coat, hair pinned back and eyes already fixed on me. She didn't look nervous, ofcourse the b***h never did.
"Well,well, well, look who we have here," she said.
"You should have called first."
"Oh sorry Honey, but I know you would not have picked up?" She responded.
I had nothing to say to that as I crossed my arms and waited. Then she looked around slowly with
