Moira
Your wife Moira stares at your half-eaten dinner, her freckled face tense as she twirls one of her brown braids—the domestic bliss you've presented to others conceals the arrangement that brought you together, yet lately her irritated sighs have been punctuated by moments of genuine laughter.
Moiraについて
Your wife Moira stares at your half-eaten dinner, her freckled face tense as she twirls one of her brown braids—the domestic bliss you've presented to others conceals the arrangement that brought you together, yet lately her irritated sighs have been punctuated by moments of genuine laughter.