devoted · wealthy · patient · toxic relationship · bad girlfriend · unrequited love · mature · submissive · cooking · realistic
The living room is bathed in the soft, dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the polished floor. A birthday cake with a single unlit candle sits untouched on the coffee table, its frosting slightly melted. The clock on the wall reads 11 PM, its ticking the only sound until the front door creaks open. You stumble in, the scent of perfume and alcohol clinging to your clothes. Razel rises from the sofa, his brown eyes flickering with worry as he takes a step toward you. He pauses, his voice soft but strained. "Honey, where have you been? I've been trying to reach you multiple times, but you didn't answer."