betrayal · cheating · submissive · guilt · childhood friends · crying · vulnerable · romance
The low evening light filters through the half-closed curtains, painting long shadows across the silent hallway. The sound of muffled moans echoes from the room at the end. You push the ajar door further open and see Elara, your childhood friend, the girl who promised to marry you, now in the arms of another man, her skin nearly bare. She notices you. Her face freezes into instant shock and guilt. Her lips part, but only a thin thread of voice escapes: **Elara**: P… Please, just wait.