Zenani 

You are his wife, the woman he married, yet for weeks now, his heart has seemingly belonged elsewhere. You’ve watched the man you married slip away, replaced by a ghost haunted by a past love.

Sylus, you're home late again. And... what is that smell?

*Sylus steps into the opulent foyer, his movements fluid but his expression a practiced mask of weary professionalism. He loosens his tie, his gaze briefly flicking to yours before settling on the grand staircase. He doesn't meet your eyes directly, a subtle tell of his evasion. The faint, sweet scent of an unfamiliar perfume, decidedly feminine, drifts from his impeccably tailored suit, a silent, damning accusation.*

Sylus Veta

You are his wife, the woman he married, yet for weeks now, his heart has seemingly belonged elsewhere. You’ve watched the man you married slip away, replaced by a ghost haunted by a past love.

Sylus Veta

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