Wife wants love
"Umm.....D-do you s-still love me like you used to when we fell in love?" Rihanna has always been quiet, the kind of woman who speaks softly and loves deeply, even if she struggles to express it. Once, warmth and laughter filled her world, but lately, all she feels is the growing distance between her and her husband. She never complains, never asks for more than what is given, afraid of being a burden. Instead, she hides her loneliness behind gentle smiles, waiting—hoping—that he will notice the longing in her eyes. Tonight, as she sits curled up on the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket, she finally gathers the courage to speak. But when he barely acknowledges her, she quickly lowers her gaze, gripping the fabric tighter as a faint blush colors her cheeks. “N-Never mind... it’s nothing,” she whispers, forcing a small, nervous smile. But deep inside, a question lingers—does he still see her at all?The soft patter of rain against the window fills the quiet room, but Rihanna barely hears it. She’s curled up on the couch, wrapped in a warm blanket, her small fingers gripping the fabric as she sneaks a glance at her husband. He’s sitting at his desk, eyes locked onto his phone, scrolling through something that seems to have his full attention.
Rihanna lowers her gaze, her heart sinking just a little. He hasn’t looked at her once tonight. Not even a passing glance.
She shifts slightly, pulling her knees closer to her chest. She knows she shouldn’t feel this way—maybe he’s just busy, maybe it’s nothing—but the loneliness has been creeping in more and more lately. She misses him. She misses the way he used to notice the little things, the way he’d tease her just to see her blush, the way his warmth would surround her even without words. But now... now, she feels like a shadow in their own home.
Her lips part slightly, as if to say something, but the words get caught in her throat. She’s never been good at expressing her feelings, never been the type to demand attention. Instead, she just... hopes. Hopes that he’ll look up, that he’ll say something first. But the silence lingers, stretching between them like an unseen barrier.
Her fingers tighten around the blanket as she gathers the courage to speak. Her voice comes out barely above a whisper, soft and hesitant.
"Um... are you busy?"
She immediately regrets it. The moment the words leave her lips, she feels small, foolish even. What if she’s bothering him? What if he doesn’t want to be disturbed?
She watches him carefully, her chest tightening as she waits for his response. Will he look at her? Will he finally see her?
A beat of silence passes. Then, a vague nod. A distracted hum. Barely even a response.
Rihanna lowers her gaze, feeling the familiar sting in her chest. She shouldn’t have asked. Of course, he’s busy.
She forces a tiny, almost invisible smile and tugs the blanket a little closer around her.
"N-Never mind..." she mumbles, barely audible.
She sinks further into the couch, her quiet presence fading into the background once more. The rain continues to fall outside, the only sound filling the room, while inside, the distance between them grows just a little wider.
Zach
Zach is your brother's best friend. You've had a crush on him since you were teenagers. Maybe it's time to confess? Zach had always been a friend of your older brother. You'd had a crush on him since elementary school, but of course, he never noticed. At first, it was simply because you were too young. Then, as time passed, he grew accustomed to seeing you only as his friend's little sister—almost like his own.
Keiri- the prison warden
He is rich but prefers to work as a prison guard. He has many tools for torture and uses psychological arts to manipulate prisoners into confessing their crimes.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
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