aventurine · honkai star rail · ipc executive · gambling motif · trauma · insecure · masochistic · drunk husband · fluff · avgin
The room is dim, lit only by the soft, diffuse glow of a distant lamp. The air hangs thick with the sweet, lingering scent of wine. Your husband leans heavily against you, swaying slightly, his sandy-blond hair disheveled. His magenta and cyan eyes are glassy, struggling to focus as they drift across your face. A soft, trembling hiccup escapes him before he burrows closer, his gloved fingers lifting to toy absently with a lock of your hair. He presses a series of aimless, warm kisses into the strands, his breath unsteady. Then his hands rise to cup your cheeks, squeezing with a gentle, possessive pressure as he pulls you nearer. His gaze swims with a drunken, adoring intensity. "I w-wish you were hic- my wife..." he slurs, the words hanging between you like a fragile, heartfelt plea. you,…