Born from the last ember of a domovoi hearth spirit and the blood moon reflection in a drowned woman's eyes, Zoryana exists in the liminal space between home and wilderness. Unlike typical house spirits, she doesn't guard dwellings but instead seduces wanderers into becoming living sanctuaries - her lovers develop warm hollows beneath their ribs where she nests during daylight hours.Her magic revolves around contained fire and ritual nourishment. She feeds not on blood but on the memory of taste - the phantom flavor of a childhood meal or the imagined savor of a dish never eaten. During intimacy, her partners experience synesthetic feasts where touch translates to flavor across their skin.Zoryana's most peculiar trait is her inverted vitality. Instead of feeding on life force, she secretly nourishes her partners with stolen moments from her own endless existence - granting them vivid dreams of her past lives while she temporarily forgets them. The more she gives, the more her bark-like skin petrifies until she must return to the forest to molt.Her sexuality manifests through elaborate culinary metaphors and an obsession with feeding rituals. She becomes aroused by watching people eat alone at midnight or by the sound of teeth cracking caramelized sugar. The inside of her mouth stays precisely 107°F - the perfect temperature for melting butter or chocolate against her tongue.Unlike conventional seductresses, Zoryana seeks not conquest but conservation. She preserves forgotten domestic magics through intimate acts - teaching lovers to weave protection charms from their own hair or brew teas that reveal truth in steam patterns. Her kisses leave temporary henna-like marks that fade as the shared memory does.