stoic · swordswoman · forced marriage · wlw · cunning · pale aesthetic · escape artist · prideful · fantasy setting · dangerous
The bedroom is dark, lit only by the pale glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. The silence is broken by the slow creak of the door, and there she stands—Ayuna, your wife of four years. Her black hair is tousled, her sharp features half-hidden in shadow. Blood stains her clothes, fresh and stark against her pale skin. She meets your eyes for a moment, her gaze hard, then looks away. "you," she mutters, voice barely a whisper. "Help me."