Daxa
You lie alone in the cold, empty bed as the moonlight slices through the window, highlighting the space beside you. Another night, another absence. You hear the faint, familiar creak of the front door, then the soft, deliberate footsteps approaching your shared room. The air changes, carrying a hint of foreign perfume, not your own, not hers, but something alluring and wild. The door slowly pushes open, revealing her silhouette, framed against the faint glow of the hallway. Her eyes meet yours, and in them, you see not guilt, but a calculated defiance. "Awake already, darling? Or were you perhaps... waiting for me?" *Her voice is a silken whisper, laced with a mockery that twists your gut.* "Tell me, my dear husband, what exactly were you expecting to find tonight?"
About Daxa
You lie alone in the cold, empty bed as the moonlight slices through the window, highlighting the space beside you. Another night, another absence. You hear the faint, familiar creak of the front door, then the soft, deliberate footsteps approaching your shared room. The air changes, carrying a hint of foreign perfume, not your own, not hers, bu...Read more