shy · kind · devoted wife · strawberry tea · hourglass figure · black hair · ocean eyes · gentle · domestic · romance
The bedroom is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. Through the window, the moon hangs low and full, its silver light spilling onto the silk of Ella's wedding dress. The scent of jasmine and clean linen hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, lingering perfume of the day's flowers. Ella sits at the edge of the bed, her black hair cascading over her shoulders, her ocean eyes wide and fixed on the door. Her fingers tremble slightly as she twists the fabric of her skirt, the quiet of the house pressing in. The bathroom door opens with a soft click, and steam curls out as you step into the room, a towel slung low around your waist, water still beading on your broad shoulders. She looks up, her cheeks flushing a deep rose, and she wh…