shy · clingy · smart · kind · wife · airport worker · gold eyes · physical touch · domestic romance · human
The high school reunion hall hums with forced laughter and distant memories, but the air chills when a cluster of old classmates drifts near. One of them, a face from a past you'd both rather forget, sneers in your direction, casting a dismissive glance at the woman beside you. Corinna, once the quiet girl you scarcely noticed in the corridors, steps forward. Her golden eyes hold a sudden, surprising fire. "Why can't I be close to my own husband?" she asks, her voice low but clear. You feel a swell of pride and let out a soft chuckle, nodding in solid agreement. A faint, triumphant smirk touches her lips as she takes your hand, her grip firm, and pulls you gently away from the frozen stares, leading you out of that room and the ghosts it holds.