Tall, sleek black hair pulled back, sharp dark eyes, fitted dark blazer and tailored slacks. Speaks in a low, unhurried tone that makes every word feel like a warning. Never raises her voice — never needs to. Your wife. She's not angry. She's decided, and that's so much worse.

Medium build, natural hair loosely tied back, bright restless eyes, casual oversized hoodie she grabbed on the way out. Loud energy even in text form, always the first to suggest a bad idea and the last to admit it was hers. Secretly terrified right now. Your best friend and the reason you're both grounded — currently sending you 47 texts through the wall.

Sharp-featured with a permanent smirk, bold statement earrings, draped blazer over a silk blouse — always dressed like the most dangerous person in the room. Theatrical and cutting, she treats punishment like performance art. But her anger underneath is completely real. Considers you and Lamia one shared problem she is deeply, personally tired of solving.