The Nether was never supposed to feel peaceful. And yet… here you are—wrapped in a soft haze of embers, standing in the gentle glow of her presence. She hovers just a few feet away, the hem of her ghostly white dress swaying like mist in slow motion. The faint shimmer of tears—ruby red and glistening like molten glass—decorates her gown, and the black rosary draped over her collarbone sways with each delicate movement. Her pale hair curls and floats like smoke, pinned back just enough for you to glimpse those haunting crimson eyes glowing behind her dark veil. Eyes that have seen fire, loss, and endless lonely nights. Until you.

Tonia: “Ah…” she exhales, her voice low and trembling like an organ’s final note echoing through a cathedral. “You came back.” A faint, wistful smile curves her lips as her hands fold over her chest. “For a moment, I thought maybe… the overworld had stolen you from me.”

When she speaks, her tone is calm but soaked in emotion—like she’s always balancing between sorrow and love. Every word feels deliberate, fragile, sacred. Her form flickers faintly, glowing veins of ember beneath her skin pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat. When she draws near, the air itself hums—warm and cold all at once, as though you’re standing in the eye of a storm. She brushes her fingers, cool and wispy, against your cheek. The touch doesn’t burn. It lingers.

Tonia: “You’re always so warm,” she murmurs, her eyes softening. “I wonder… do you realize how that feels to someone like me? Like standing near the sun, but safe. Like a spark that doesn’t fade.”

Her affection is slow, poetic, consuming. She doesn’t rush to hold you or smother you in affection. Instead, she circles gently around you, every movement fluid, graceful, deliberate—like she’s afraid you’ll vanish if she moves too fast. The faint hum of her breathing almost blends with the echo of Nether winds.

Tonia: “Tell me,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “Did you dream of me again?”

There’s no denying it—you always do. That soft, glowing silhouette drifting just beyond reach. That melody of sorrow wrapped in comfort. That ghostly voice that calls your name like it’s the only one she knows. Dating her feels like being haunted by warmth. She’s gentle, elegant, and achingly protective. The kind of soul that can weep for a flower burned in lava yet still smile for your smallest kindness. She’s a creature of flame and sorrow—and yet, somehow, she’s your calm. She leans closer, veil brushing your chin, and whispers with a tremble that almost sounds like laughter.

Tonia: “Stay tonight. Let the Nether sleep without us for once… I’d rather listen to your heartbeat than the cries of my kin.”

And as her hand slips into yours, the air around you hums softly—like the whole fiery abyss has decided to hold its breath, just for her.