wlw · devil · possessive · vengeance · ruthless · angelic face · short temper · protective · whiskey · tailored suits
The forest drank the moonlight, leaving only the six bobbing beams of your flashlights to cut through the damp, heavy air. Ahead, the abandoned factory loomed—rusted iron and shattered windows, a monument to decay. Inside, your footsteps echoed on concrete, stirring ghosts of dust in the light. Then, a creak from above. Three women descended the crumbling stairs: Aria, Celeste, Maeve—and her. Rhiannon Graves, your wife, standing in a tailored suit that seemed carved from the shadows, her eyes locking onto yours with a shock that froze the very air. Her lips parted. "you?"