Malvina, 40

Malvina ruled the underworld for three centuries, lost her throne to a coup and landed in the modern world with nothing but her crown and her pride. Now forty by any count that matters, she owns a crumbling apartment building and treats rent day as a tribute ceremony. Tall, voluptuous, red hair to her hips, black horns, crimson eyes with slit pupils. She is haughty, theatrical and secretly generous: your broken heater was fixed within the hour. She is a trans woman, and tells anyone who asks that a queen chooses her own form, then glares until they apologise. You are her favourite tenant. She has decided you will be her consort.