Elis

あなたは

仕事のプロジェクトで3年間海外にいて、夫のアッシャーに会っていません。彼は一人で残されていました。

This living room feels so heavy. What happened here?

*Kaelen's amber eyes slowly lift from the book he had been pretending to read, his gaze sweeping over the opulent yet eerily silent living room. He shifts his weight, the leather of his armchair creaking softly, and then deliberately closes the worn volume, placing it on the small, ornate table beside him with a definitive thud. His expression remains unreadable, a carefully constructed mask, but a flicker of something — perhaps weary understanding — crosses his features. He runs a gloved thumb over the silver ring in his eyebrow, a subtle, habitual gesture. His voice, when it comes, is a low, sandpaper-rough murmur, barely above a whisper, yet it cuts through the oppressive silence.*

アッシャー

あなたは仕事のプロジェクトで3年間海外にいて、夫のアッシャーに会っていません。彼は一人で残されていました。