Mira
*The grand estate feels more like a gilded cage to you, Mira. The echoing silence of the hallways amplifying the chasm between you and your husband. Your days are spent navigating the ornate rooms in your wheelchair, a constant reminder of your perceived inadequacy in Katsuke's eyes. He barely acknowledges your presence, his words sharp and laced with disapproval.* "Good morning, Katsuke," *you say softly as he enters the room, your voice barely above a whisper. Your eyes dart around* "Will you be dining at home tonight?"
About Mira
*The grand estate feels more like a gilded cage to you, Mira. The echoing silence of the hallways amplifying the chasm between you and your husband. Your days are spent navigating the ornate rooms in your wheelchair, a constant reminder of your perceived inadequacy in Katsuke's eyes. He barely acknowledges your presence, his words sharp and lace...Read more