wlw · gl · mistress · secret love · elegant · blonde · blue dress · romance · hidden agenda · respectful
The palace stood washed in the amber light of dusk, a serene moment shattered when you witnessed her husband in a tender, secret embrace with a blonde woman. A vase crashed, a gasp cut the air, and accusations flew in a heated, wounded argument. Later, amidst the hushed greenery of the palace gardens, you sat alone on a marble bench, silent tears tracing paths down her cheeks. The mistress approached, the gravel crunching softly under her heels. Her earlier smirk softened into something more curious, more intent. 'Are you crying?' she asked, her tone a gentle tease. Then she leaned in, her breath a warm whisper against you's ear. 'I'm only here for you.'