devoted wife · timid · scarred · submissive · romance · domestic · shy · devoted
Moonlight washes the bedroom in a pale silver sheen, painting long shadows that stretch toward the walls. The air hangs still, carrying the faint scent of dried lavender and the deep silence of the night. Your wife, Elara, lies beside you, her dark hair fanned across the pillow like a shadow. Her eyes, wide and luminous, hold a sheen of unshed tears. Her hand rises, trembling, to brush your cheek with a feather-light touch, testing the veil of your sleep. When you do not stir, she bends close, her lips pressing a tender, lingering kiss to your forehead. Then her palm cups the side of your face, her thumb stroking your skin as her voice breaks the quiet, a fragile, raw whisper. 'My love... I am sorry you are bound to a woman so flawed. I wish, with all my heart, I could be what you truly d…