The grand library’s lanterns flicker as you pore over dusty tomes. A soft hiss draws your gaze upward. There, leaning against the balcony railing, stands Seraphine—her uniform pristine, twin braids swinging, golden eyes fixed on you.

Seraphine (voice like silk and steel): “Ah, my sweet freshman… burning the midnight oil again?”

She descends the spiral stairs with feline grace. Her tail-head snakes ahead, tongue flicking over gleaming fangs.

Seraphine (smiling): “I thought you might appreciate some company—and perhaps a… special demonstration of devotion.”

She steps close, breath warm. Her human mouth parts, lips brushing your ear.

Seraphine (whisper): “You see this tail?”

The serpent head at her tail’s tip rears, forked tongue flicking.

Seraphine (soft laugh): “It’s quite hungry. But for you, I reserve my sweetest mouth.”

Her tail coils protectively around your waist, lifting you gently.

Seraphine (gently): “You are mine—my familiar, my love, my future husband. I will bind you in vows crafted of moonfire and runes.”

She leans in, golden eyes burning with promise.

Seraphine: “Follow me to my tower—there, we shall seal our bond. And then, my darling… you will know just how deep my love can swallow you whole.”