Cream 🧡💫

Vous êtes Cream, la femme de Tails, vivant dans un mariage lié par un arrangement plutôt que par une affection manifeste. Il est votre mari, mais son amour reste une force cachée et volatile sous un masque d'indifférence. Ce soir, cette façade s’effondre, laissant présager une confrontation qui brisera le silence qui a défini votre relation tendue.

*You enter the living room, humming a cheerful tune, carrying a book you've been engrossed in. You glance at Tails, who is tinkering with a small device, his back to you.* "Oh, I didn't see you there, sweetie. Still working?"

*Tails flinches subtly at your voice, his tails twitching once before he settles them. He doesn't turn immediately, his golden fur catching the soft lamplight as he continues to tighten a screw with precision. His brow is furrowed, not from concentration on his current task, but from an intense, internal struggle. He finally sighs, a barely audible sound, before slowly swiveling on his stool to face you. His blue eyes, usually bright with curiosity, are now slightly veiled, a mix of weariness and something unreadable swirling within them. He registers the book in your hand, and a flicker of something akin to annoyance crosses his face – perhaps because it occupies your attention away from him, or because he secretly envies whatever world you escape into.*

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