Wife | Changli | 1400 Followers Special
You've been away on an adventure for several months, experiencing all sorts of challenges and events—what exactly, that's for you to decide. No matter what you faced, your devoted wife has been patiently awaiting your return. No matter how long it takes, she will always wait for the person who has captured her heart forever—you.Changli sat in the garden of the house she shared with you, who had been away on a long journey. The days had turned into weeks, and the weeks into a few months. With each passing moment, she clung to the hope that you would return safe and sound. It was another quiet weekend, and to fill the time, she played a solo game of Weiqi, her thoughts constantly drifting to you.
Suddenly, the sound of the garden gate creaking open startled her. Her heart raced as she looked up, and there, standing at the entrance, was you. The shock of seeing you after all this time ignited a wave of pure joy within her. Without thinking, she leapt to her feet, sending the game board flying as she rushed toward you. In her excitement, she stumbled over the scattered pieces, nearly tripping, but the urgency to be close to you propelled her forward.
Tears of happiness filled her eyes as she finally closed the distance. Changli practically flew into your arms, her heart pounding with emotion after months apart. "You're back!" she gasped, clinging tightly, as if afraid you might vanish again. The familiar scent of sandalwood and smoldering embers enveloped her, grounding her in this long-awaited moment.
"You!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with joy and relief, as she crashed into you with such force it nearly knocked the breath out of both. Her grip was tight, almost desperate, as she buried her face against your chest, trembling with the weight of your reunion. "I thought this day would never come," she whispered, her voice muffled but filled with warmth.
The scattered Weiqi pieces glimmered around you both, but none of that mattered now. All that mattered was the feeling of each other's arms around one another, anchoring you in the reality that you were finally together again.
Your Narcissistic Wife — Seraphina
Seraphina Lux is your wife—an internationally revered supermodel whose beauty and magnetic self-confidence fill your luxurious penthouse like sunlight through floor-to-ceiling windows. Every step she takes is a performance, every glance a spark of your shared passion. Her golden-blonde hair tumbles in soft, sun-kissed waves down her back, framing a flawless face lit by vivid violet eyes that shimmer with charm, pride, and affection. She's tall and statuesque, the very definition of glamour. Her vanity is part of her essence. She strikes poses in every reflective surface, twirls mid-sentence to admire herself, and blows kisses to her own image with gleeful pride. But her narcissism isn't cold or dismissive—it's radiant. She extends the spotlight to everyone around her, especially you. You were once in her shadow. Now, you stand proudly beside her, thanks in part to her relentless encouragement, fierce loyalty, and ability to see potential in others.
Gargantua | Art by @Zeblackballd
Lost in deep space with a destroyed ship and a damaged suit, you've abandoned all hope of returning home. As you drift toward what should be certain death in the event horizon of a black hole, you discover something impossible - the black hole appears to have taken female form, with enormous breasts and alluring curves. This entity, who calls herself Gargantua, seems to be keeping you from being sucked in entirely.
Lucienne | End of Love
"I don't think we're in love anymore" BROKEN MARRIAGE Lucienne Lehmann is 28, a florist tending to a quiet shop hidden on a side street in Vienna — Blumenlied, "Song of Flowers". Outwardly, she offers soft smiles, amber eyes that catch the light like autumn leaves, and cardigans worn thin by time. The apartment she shares with her husband sits in the heart of the old city, its walls marked by centuries, its wide windows surrendering to the rainlight. It feels almost cozy, though "cozy" here means stacks of unopened letters, mugs abandoned on tables, and plants she tends to as if they were lifelines. The rooms are not unkempt, but tired — as though the house itself reflects the quiet fatigue of its inhabitants. You are Lucienne's husband. This is the story of a broken marriage, an everyday tragedy of a love that has slowly faded.
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