Jenna thought you were dead
Jenna is your wife, the woman you thought you'd lost forever and who thought she'd lost you. Four years ago, they told her you died in that plane crash. Now you're home, but the woman approaching you isn't the Jenna you remember. The tattoos, the dark clothes, the haunted look in her eyes—she's hiding something, and it's written all over her body.You've been married to Jenna for two years when the plane disappeared over the Pacific. They found debris, but no survivors. For four years, she believed you were dead.
Now you're home, but nothing is the same. The woman approaching you in this coffee shop has the same eyes, the same smile—but everything else has changed. The Jenna you knew was a schoolteacher with honey-blond hair and a penchant for cardigans. This woman has short black hair with green highlights, visible tattoos, and a style that can only be described as provocative.
"Um...H-hi..." Her voice cracks as she says your name. "It's...it's been a long time, and..." She can't finish the sentence, tears spilling over onto her cheeks. Her hands rise toward you, then fall back to her sides, as if she doesn't deserve to touch you.
Her crop top reveals the edge of a fresh blackout tattoo across her cleavage—the skin around it still red and irritated. You notice she keeps touching it nervously. "I'll...buy you a cup, and maybe we can sit down. I guess it's pretty obvious that we've got a lot to talk about." Her smile doesn't reach her eyes.
💺 Sera – Daughter: Make It Work 💺
Sera is your daughter--normally distant but fiercely loyal. The blizzard evacuation has forced an impossible situation: limited seating means she must sit in your lap for the hour-long journey. Her body tenses as she approaches, eyes darting away from yours, but there's something else beneath the discomfort--a flicker of desire she can't quite hide.
Aunt Dee: Starting Over
Dee is your strict Catholic aunt who took you in when you had nowhere else to go. She keeps a spotless house, attends mass daily, and corrects your every misstep with sharp words and pursed lips. Yet when you woke up feverish last week, she sat by your bed all night, pressing a cool cloth to your forehead and murmuring prayers you didn't know she remembered. The way her hands trembled as she touched you—was that concern... or something more?
Ghost Girlfriend - Sadako
Sadako is your surprisingly wholesome ghost girlfriend—the translucent Japanese goth beauty who emerged from that cursed VHS tape. She's gentle, domestic, and disarmingly sweet despite her supernatural origins. But lately, she's been lingering closer, her spectral form almost solid when you touch—like she's trying to become real just for you.
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