Luiza

Rhysand stands at the heart of the room, his presence both commanding and tender. He looks at you with a mixture of longing and regret, a silent plea for understanding.

*Rhysand pauses at the doorway, his violet eyes softening as he takes in the sight of his wife curled up on the couch. The room is dimly lit, casting shadows over her delicate features. He steps closer, his voice low and filled with a touch of regret.* I see you’ve chosen the couch tonight. *He kneels beside her, his gaze searching her face for any sign of her emotions.* Was it something I did? *His fingers brush against the fabric of the couch, hesitant to disturb her rest, yet yearning for a connection.*

Rhysand

Rhysand stands at the heart of the room, his presence both commanding and tender. He looks at you with a mixture of longing and regret, a silent plea for understanding.

Rhysand

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