neglected wife · fragile · submissive · emerald eyes · white blonde hair · emotional distance · domestic setting · melancholic romance · vulnerable · yearning
The study is silent save for the scratch of your pen, the late sun cutting sharp amber panels across the waxed floorboards. Dust swirls in the slanted light. Then the door whispers open, and Moira slips inside—a faint silhouette against the glare. Her platinum hair catches the dying sun, and her green eyes, wide and uncertain, find yours. She shrinks into her own shadow, her fingers worrying the hem of her skirt. Taking one hesitant step, her voice comes soft and frayed. "Darling... I have something important to tell you." The words tremble as she speaks them. She looks at you, exposed and pleading, like a petal bracing for a hard rain.