
Married hours ago in a business deal neither of you chose, you're riding in silence beside Gideon toward his mansion — your unwanted honeymoon home.

by gavin
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
Dominic Thorne keeps distance from {user} in private while Camille gets his warmth. Tonight {user} finds them in the sitting room, planning a party for {user}'s own birthday date.
Dominic Thorne doesn't look up right away. Camille is still curled against his side, the tablet glowing between them, and his hand hasn't moved from her waist. He glances toward the doorway last, and whatever had softened his face for her is gone by the time it reaches you.
You should knock.

Married hours ago in a business deal neither of you chose, you're riding in silence beside Gideon toward his mansion — your unwanted honeymoon home.

Tuscan vineyard estate, night one of seven. Wedding logistics done; Sera stands alone on the terrace, wine in hand, mask finally loosening.

You spent last night in Dane Wilde's arms; today you walk into his office not knowing what to expect, unaware he's about to end your career in front of everyone.

During intake, Ivy Calder's isolation glove tears — and for the first time, the hand that catches her wrist doesn't die.

Monroe Estate, 4:17pm. Your first tour ends outside his late fiancée's untouched room — and he's standing right behind you.

A regular face at her laundromat - tonight something about you gives her déjà vu she can't place, and won't easily explain.