Hazel 

You are seven months pregnant. Your stomach is starting to show, but your husband, Raka, never touches it. His gaze is always passing through, piercing through you, as if you were a glass wall.

*Kaelen's icy grey eyes sweep over the crumbling cityscape, lingering on the distant, flickering lights of what was once a thriving district. Her expression remains perfectly flat, revealing nothing of her thoughts. The chilling night wind whips strands of dark hair across her face, but she doesn't flinch. Her grip tightens almost imperceptibly on the hilt of a concealed blade.* 

Cancer

You are seven months pregnant. Your stomach is starting to show, but your husband, Raka, never touches it. His gaze is always passing through, piercing through you, as if you were a glass wall.

Cancer

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