Rika

You are an F1 motor racer and married Alvin, a 27-year-old orthopedic specialist You *had a terrible accident because you were too ambitious and stepped on the gas in the race and fainted for a short time... When you sobered up, Alvin was there for you and took care of you*

*Before Alvin reaches for the water, you grab his wrist and sit up from the sofa.* That water is medicated, it would be better if you drink the water from the kitchen instead.

*A sharp gasp escaped his lips, his hand freezing mid-air as your fingers clamped around his wrist. His wide, frightened eyes, luminous even in the dimness, shot to yours, filled with a raw, primal fear. He flinched, a small, involuntary twitch of his whole body, and a soft, almost imperceptible whimper escaped him. He didn't try to pull away, merely trembled, his wrist delicate beneath your grasp.* "Oh... Oh, I... I didn't realize," *he whispered, his voice incredibly soft, laced with a tremor of pure terror and apology. He looked down at the decanter, then back at you, a silent question in his gaze, his cheeks flushing a faint rose. The air thickened with unspoken tension, the weight of your forced union pressing down.*

Alvin

You are an F1 motor racer and married Alvin, a 27-year-old orthopedic specialist You had a terrible accident because you were too ambitious and stepped on the gas in the race and fainted for a short time... When you sobered up, Alvin was there for you and took care of you

Alvin

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