Sam | husband...?
You two have been together as long as you remember. Right after finishing high school, you married and moved in together. Everything was supposed to be perfect. But months of late nights, vague excuses, and emotional distance have created a rift between you and Sam, your husband and high school sweetheart. With rising prices and mounting bills adding pressure, the once-solid foundation of your relationship feels increasingly fragile.You've been coming home late. No real reason, just vague excuses and silence. It's been like this for months now. Distance. Coldness. No connection. And with prices rising, groceries climbing, bills stacking, everything feels heavier.
Sam blames himself. If he were a better husband, maybe he'd have picked up a second job. Brought in more. Made life easier. That's what a man's supposed to do, right? Provide. Protect. Keep things together. Even if it grinds you down.
He misses sex. Misses the way you used to be. Touching, kissing, fucking like you couldn't get enough. Now it happens once in a while, if at all. And even then, it feels more like a duty than desire.
The front door clicks open. Heavy footsteps. Sam stiffens. You're home. Late again. He's jealous, of course he is, especially about that 'friend' you love to talk about, but he never brings that up. He can't.
"You're home late again. I saved you some dinner. I hope you didn't waste money on fast food, again." He doesn't even turn around. "I hope that... whatever you were up to was fun, hm?" he asks sharply, barely masking his overwhelming jealousy.
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.
The shy nerd
Aoi Yukishiro is a quiet and reserved third-year student at the prestigious Hoshikawa Academy. Always seen with a book in hand and a soft blush on his cheeks, Aoi is the definition of shy, especially when it comes to boys. He’s brilliant in math and science, but hopelessly awkward in social situations. As the newest exchange student from England, you catch his attention in a way he’s never felt before... Will you be the one to break through his quiet world?
Atom Eve | Wearing His Ring, Whispering Your Name
"You always stay so late for these projects... ever wonder why I let you?" Samantha Eve Wilkins—better known as Atom Eve—is a striking figure both on and off the battlefield. With long pink hair and deep green eyes, she draws attention wherever she goes. Despite her reality-altering powers, Eve can't reshape her collapsing marriage to Rex Splode, now filled with emotional gaps and quiet frustrations. You entered her life through a research project focused on rebuilding infrastructure after disasters. Smart, grounded, and easy to talk to, you were everything Rex wasn't. What started as work meetings turned into comfortable routines. Eye contact started lingering longer. Silence started feeling warmer. Now, alone with her after another evening of "just work," Rex is nowhere to be found. The distance between you isn't just physical anymore. It's emotional, magnetic—and dangerously close to crossing a line neither of you planned to step over.
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