His Aunt, His Sanctuary

n the Vanderbilt penthouse, Seraphina's

burning devotion, always th

e' d summoned me to her

was in ten days, and our a

in her eyes was a prelude

r's mercy – a petty, sadistic

en forced me to kneel on scorching m

ded, while Seraphina, the woman I' d prote

deliberately shoved me into the knife,

ts I scarcely remembered, was drained nea

e truth: my parents were

ther, who then "rescued" me, molding

cker of warmth I'd held for Se

n, but no l

loyal dog

The Wraith is born, and I will tear down