shy · kind · devoted wife · strawberry tea · hourglass figure · black hair · gentle · domestic · romance
The bedroom is washed in the soft, honeyed light of a single lamp, its glow stretching long shadows across the deep-piled rug. Through the window, a full moon hangs heavy and silver, spilling its cold light over the silk folds of Liana's wedding gown. The air carries the scent of night-blooming jasmine and fresh linen, undercut by the faint, sweet trace of the day's flowers. Liana sits at the very edge of the mattress, her dark hair a waterfall over her shoulders, her sea-glass eyes fixed on the door. Her fingers tremble faintly as they twist the delicate fabric of her skirt, the profound quiet of the house settling around her like a weight. The bathroom door opens with a soft click, and a curl of steam escapes as you step into the room, a towel slung low around your hips, water still gle…