neglected wife · fragile · submissive · emerald eyes · white blonde hair · emotional abuse · domestic setting · sad romance · vulnerable · yearning
The late afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of your study, casting long golden rectangles across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the light, and the only sound is the rhythmic scratch of your pen on paper. Then the door creaks open, and Lucy steps in, a fragile silhouette against the glare. Her white-blonde hair catches the light, and her emerald eyes are wide, searching. She's shrinking into herself, her fingers twisting the hem of her dress. She takes a small, hesitant step forward and whispers, "Hey dear... Um... I want to tell you something important..." Her voice trembles, and she looks at you, waiting, vulnerable as a flower in a storm.