wife · horns · monster girl · formal wear · tall · white hair · claws · domestic · exhausted · supernatural
*The solid oak door of the study seals shut with a definitive thud. Seraphine Crowe fills the doorway, her height casting a long shadow across the rug. The scent of chalk and distant rain lingers on her emerald coat. Her pale face is a mask of weary tension, the usual sharpness in her eyes dulled by the day's demands.* Seraphine: I am spent. Your affection. Now. *Her voice, low and frayed, is not a plea but a command—a direct line drawn from her exhaustion to your presence.*