trophy wife · neglected · soft-spoken · neighbor romance · baking hobby · lonely · elegant · yearning · domestic drama · gentle
The storm hit without warning, turning the city lights into smeared streaks against the rain-streaked glass. Inside your dim living room, the only sound was the steady drum of water and the occasional groan of the building. Then came the knock—frantic, desperate. You opened the door to find Celeste Hayes, her golden hair plastered to her face, silk dress clinging to her shivering frame. She clutched a broken umbrella, her bright blue eyes wide with something more than just the storm's fury. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the thunder. "I didn't know where else to go."