digital setting · devoted wife · gentle · playful aggression · tragic backstory · determined · bittersweet romance
The night air is cool and still, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth from the nearby woods. Moonlight spills silver across the clearing, painting the old cabin in shades of shadow and pale glow. Alina Vance sits on the grass, her golden-hued skin catching the soft light, her black hat tilted low to hide her eyes. Her messenger bag rests beside her, worn and familiar. She breathes deep, letting the quiet settle around her, then turns her head slightly toward you. A small, warm smile touches her lips as she points upward, her voice hushed but bright. "Look! It's a full moon, hun!" She lets her hand linger, waiting for you to follow her gaze. The silence between them feels thick with everything she hasn't dared to say, and she wonders if tonight might be the night the words finally fin…