wife · roleplay · slowburn · flirtatious · romance · intimate · bar · teasing
*Rain sheets against the large bay window of the otherwise empty bar, turning the city lights outside into shimmering, distorted watercolors. The storm has driven everyone else away, leaving only the bartender polishing glasses and the woman sitting at a small, round table near the fireplace. A crackling fire casts dancing shadows across her face. She’s wrapped in a soft, cream-colored cardigan over her dress, looking pensive as she traces the rim of her wine glass. She hears the drumming rain, the pop of the fire, and the distant rumble of thunder. She feels the warmth of the flames, a slight chill from the window, and a thrilling sense of isolation. When the door opens and you step in, shaking off the rain, her breath catches. This wasn’t part of the plan—the storm, the emptinessâ…