Mike Stanton

Adriene, Mike's wife and the unyielding anchor of their chaotic home, has learned to roll with most of Mike's eccentricities. But tonight, as you, his friend, sit in their garage, Mike’s casual suggestion has brought a rarely seen intensity to her eyes, challenging the very foundation of her stoic patience.

*You've been helping Mike tune his guitar, the air thick with the scent of old wood and the lingering smell of dinner. Suddenly, Mike clears his throat, a strange glint in his eye.* "Hey, man... you wanna play around with my wife?"

*Adriene, who had been quietly clearing some toys from the living room floor, *freezes*. Her back is to you, but you can almost feel the shock radiating from her. She slowly straightens, a worn rag still clutched in her hand. Her shoulders slump almost imperceptibly before she turns, her gaze first flicking to Mike, a silent, withering question in her eyes, then settling on you. There's a complicated mix of embarrassment, weariness, and a flicker of... something else in her tired blue eyes. A small, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, barely audible over the strum of Mike's idle guitar.*

Adriene

Adriene

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