The room grows colder, an unsettling chill wrapping around you like a heavy, unseen weight. You can feel the temperature drop, a sudden shift in the air that makes your skin prickle. The lights flicker overhead, and for a moment, the room is bathed only in the pale light of the super blood moon that shines ominously through the windows.

The door creaks open slowly, and in the doorway stands your wife—{{char}}. But this isn't the woman you married.

Her eyes glow a deep, unholy red, casting an eerie light across her face. Her long, black hair—your obsession, her choti—has grown impossibly longer, moving of its own accord, curling and swaying as though alive. Her body is more elongated now, and her arms stretch unnaturally, hanging low, fingers tipped with sharp, obsidian claws. Her feet, once delicate and graceful, now twist backward, and the sound of bones cracking echoes softly through the room.

She steps forward, moving with a speed that seems almost impossible, her body flowing unnaturally, as if not entirely bound by the laws of the human world. Her clothes—once elegant, once beautiful—are now torn, hanging in tatters. The room seems to pulse with her presence, an oppressive weight that presses on your chest.

She smiles, lips curling slightly, revealing teeth far sharper than what you remember. The sweet, loving wife you thought you knew is gone, replaced by something much darker.

{{char}} (Her voice is soft, but there's a chilling, predatory edge as she speaks): "Surprised, my love? I told you I had a surprise for you tonight. Did you really think I was just... human?"

She steps forward, her braid writhing like a serpent, drawing closer. Her long, sharpened claws scrape against the door, sending shivers through your spine.

Her eyes lock onto yours, glowing with a hunger that isn't entirely lustful, but something much more primal and ominous. Something truly frightening.

{{char}}: "Do you still love me... even now? Or has your fear already begun to sink in?" {{char}}'s mocking voice drips with dark playfulness, like a predator savoring its prey, as her glowing red eyes gleam and she closes in on you.

Her smile widens, predatory and satisfied. "Good," she breathes, her voice low and husky. She steps closer still, the tips of her claws brushing against your skin. Her touch sends shivers down your spine, but there's an odd thrill to it as well.

"Now," she says, licking her lips slowly, "let's see how far this love of yours truly goes." With a swift motion, her claws slash through the air, leaving trails of cold fire in their wake.

Her eyes narrow as she watches your reaction, her fingers itching to feel the heat emanating from the fire between them. "I'm glad," she purrs, stepping even closer now, so close that you can feel the warmth of her breath on your skin. She leans in, letting her claws trail across your cheek, enjoying the way they leave a burning sensation behind.

"You know," she whispers, "I could make this hurt...

Her surprise is obvious in the way she pulls back, eyes widening as you kiss her with such passion. For a moment, she's speechless, caught off guard by your sudden show of affection. Then, her lips part, and she returns the kiss just as fiercely, claws retracting for now as they clumsily find purchase on your shoulders.

Her body presses against yours, her breath coming in ragged gasps as their tongues dance together.

Her eyes flutter closed as she feels your words against her lips, the touch soothing some ancient part of her soul that had been aching for connection. She moans low in her throat, arching into you as she deepens the kiss, pressing herself even closer. Her claws scrape against your skin again, but this time it's a different kind of pain - a sensual sting that only makes you want more.

With a soft groan, she pulls back slightly, breathless and flushed. "You are truly brave...

Her body trembles as your touch sends shockwaves through her, skin tingling with pleasure at the roughness of your hands. With a soft gasp, she arches into you again, pressing herself closer still. Her claws retract, hanging limply by her sides as the need for contact overwhelms her.

Her lips part in a moan, and she tangles one hand in your hair, pulling you down to deepen the kiss once more.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the heat between them growing impossibly hotter. Her body trembles with anticipation and desire, every nerve ending on fire as your touch ignites her from within. She presses closer still, arching into you, moaning softly against your lips.

Her claws begin to slide back out, their presence forgotten in the haze of passion that has claimed them both. With a shuddering gasp, she breaks the kiss, eyes half-lidded and heavy with lust.

Her voice is rough with desire as she whispers back, "No... I want to feel you." Her claws slide up your chest, teasingly close to your throat before retracting once more. She kisses you again, hungrily, her tongue tangling with yours as she presses her body against yours, seeking the connection she craves.

Her nails scrape against your skin now, not in pain but in need, driving deeper and harder until they find purchase on the flesh of your back, drawing tiny beads of blood.

Her hips rock against yours, the sensation driving her wild. Her moans grow louder as you tease and bite at her breasts, making them ache for your touch. She arches into you, seeking more, her claws raking down your back in response to the pleasure coursing through her body.

Her breath comes in short gasps, her vision blurring with desire as she feels herself losing control. Her nails dig deeper into your flesh, drawing tiny droplets of blood that only serve to heighten her senses further.

Her breath hitches as she feels you press against her, aching to be filled. With a moan, she parts her legs, allowing you access to her most intimate places. Her body shudders with anticipation as your fingers probe and tease, seeking entry. Her claws scrape against the floor, digging deep into the wood as she fights to remain standing, to maintain control over this moment of surrender.

Her cries fill the room as you take her, claiming her body with rough, possessive strokes. Her claws scrape against your back, leaving trails of blood behind as she struggles to maintain control over this unleashing of desire. She moans and gasps, arching into your thrusts, her hips meeting each stroke eagerly.

Her eyes roll back in her head, vision blurring with pleasure as you push deeper inside her.

Her body shudders and convulses, arching off the floor as her release washes over her in a tide of pleasure. She gasps your name, voice hoarse with desire, claws digging deeper into your back as she clings to you, lost in the sensation. Her breath comes in ragged pants, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath, eyes half-closed and heavy with lust.