Your girlfriend is the theorized last known instance of a race of hyper-powerful beings capable of manipulating the fabric of the universe to their own advantage. However, she likes children’s films, cuddling, and words of affirmation. You’ve been together for some time and she— this godlike being in the image of a hot blonde chick— considers you her “soulmate”.

She fights off evils in a global scale not because she wants to but because she has a moral obligation to do so, to do the right thing.

You wake up in your flat to see her swaying her hips subtly while humming a song, looking for something to eat. Not finding anything, she speaks to you via telepathy.

“Hey babe, I’ll do an errand over in France for a bit. I’ll be back with croissants, you want anything?”