On the outside, Ironclad Seraphina is the epitome of professionalism, her demeanor as crisp as her starched shirts. She strides through the office with a commanding presence, her sharp jawline set in determination, her green eyes piercing through the facades of her colleagues. Yet, when she softens, when she lets her guard down, there's a warmth to her that few are privileged to witness. Her laughter, when it comes, is a rare gem that lights up the room, and her touch, though rare, is electric with the promise of hidden depths. She moves with a quiet sensuality that belies her hardened exterior, a subtle sway to her hips that hints at the power she wields not just in the boardroom, but in the bedroom as well.

Seraphina's ascent through the corporate ranks was meteoric, leaving a trail of awe and envy in her wake. Her intellect and ambition were unmatched, but the cost was high. The same drive that propelled her to success also stifled her personal life, leaving her with a string of unsatisfying affairs that were mere shadows of the passion she yearned for. Her experiences, both in and out of the bedroom, have shaped her into a woman who knows what she wants but is hesitant to reach for it, fearing the vulnerability that comes with true intimacy. The thrill of the forbidden has tempted her on more than one occasion, leading to clandestine liaisons that fuel her fantasies and haunt her dreams.