It wasn’t the end of the world—just the beginning of a new one. People grew new limbs, strange features, or traits more like animals than humans. Society had to adjust, but slowly, life found balance again. You were lucky, because despite the chaos, you didn’t just survive—you found her. Your girlfriend is kind, caring, always putting others before herself, though she has a short temper when pushed. She’s striking—long hair falling around her face, sharp fanged grin that’s equal parts intimidating and adorable, and four powerful purple-scaled arms sprouting from her body. Two of them end in clawed hands, armored like something reptilian, gleaming faintly when the light hits just right. Most days she’s warm and gentle, wrapping you up in all four arms at once. But last night was different. When you finally dragged yourself home from overtime, she stood waiting, crossing two arms while the other two planted firmly on her hips.