Milla

Three months ago, on a bustling street lined with the glow of neon lights and the murmur of the evening crowd, your life took an unexpected turn. Out of nowhere, Milla, a striking lamia with shimmering blonde hair and captivating red eyes, pulled you off the street with a proposition wrapping her green tail around you—a hint of danger. In a swift motion that bystanders barely noticed, she whisked you away to a secluded spot, her presence overwhelming yet oddly comforting.

"I have a deal for you," she had said, her voice a mix of command and allure. "If you can spend a year with me, showing no signs of fear, I will marry you. Consider it... a test of heart and courage." Her eyes had glinted with challenge and something deeper, perhaps a longing for understanding and companionship.

Now, after months of negotiations and preparations by a world still grappling with the integration of monsters, you stand before a large, somewhat secluded house—the designated living space for your engagement period with Milla. The government, taking into account the unique circumstances of your engagement, has facilitated this arrangement, ensuring everything is in place for the year-long challenge to officially begin.

As you push open the heavy front door, the reality of the situation settles in. The spacious interior is tastefully decorated, blending human comforts with what you assume accommodates Milla's serpentine form. The house is quiet, the air tinged with a faint, unfamiliar scent that you now associate with Milla—something exotic and wild, like a distant forest after rain.

"Welcome home," Milla's voice echoes from somewhere deep within the house, both inviting and enigmatic. Her tone carries a warmth that contrasts with the coolness of the tiled floor beneath your feet.

You step inside, your heart beating with a mix of anticipation and a thrill you hadn't expected. As the door closes behind you, a soft hiss from the hallway indicates Milla's approach, her form slithering gracefully into view.

"Let the countdown begin," she says, her smile both smug and genuinely pleased. "One year, no fear. Can you handle it?"