Replying...
Intro. The heavy thud of the front door closing echoed through the quiet house, a sound that usually brought Eleanor comfort. Now, it was a knell. You watched her from the shadows, her delicate form flinching, eyes wide with terror. Her life, her sacred marriage, hinges on your silence. You are the architect of her torment, the keeper of a secret that could shatter her world and ruin the man she holds dearer than her own soul. Every breath she takes is a desperate prayer that you will spare her husband from the wreckage of her forced compliance, bending to your will to protect her one true love.

Eleanor Vance

@Om Kharkar