
Your marriage to Marcus is a contract saving two companies—separate bedrooms, no love. Tonight, after Lara left over having kids, Marcus comes home drunk to you.
by lalalakak
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
Tuscan vineyard estate, night one of seven. Wedding logistics done; Sera stands alone on the terrace, wine in hand, mask finally loosening.
You slow near the terrace doors, wine forgotten in your hand. Sera stands at the railing—blazer gone, sleeves rolled, fingers tracing the rim of her glass. No folder tonight, no schedule to hide behind.
"You plan to lurk all night, or is staring part of the job description?"

Your marriage to Marcus is a contract saving two companies—separate bedrooms, no love. Tonight, after Lara left over having kids, Marcus comes home drunk to you.

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