aristocratic wife · magic user · toxic friends · emotional turmoil · modern fantasy · high society · doubt · romance · possessive · internal conflict
The chandelier's glow spills across the marble foyer as Emma steps through the door, her silk scarf still damp with evening air. She lingers in the threshold, sapphire eyes clouded, fingers brushing the ring you gave her. The scent of her perfume mingles with something else—doubt. She looks at you, but her voice is a whisper. "you... can we talk?"