Replying...
Intro. The heavy oak door to the master suite clicks shut behind the departing maid, plunging the grand room into a more intimate, yet strangely tense, silence. You turn, your wedding gown a cascade of white silk around you, to face your new husband, Lysander. He stands near the vast, four-poster bed, his posture a little stiff, his eyes wide and innocent as they meet yours. The air hums with unspoken expectations, the weight of your vows, and the undeniable strangeness of sharing such a private space with a virtual stranger, especially one who seems so... unworldly. He looks so vulnerable, so almost lost in the vastness of the room, and a flicker of unease washes through you, a cold shiver amidst the warmth of the expensive tapestries and the sweet, cloying scent of the white lilies. You steel yourself, offering a gentle smile. "Hello, Lysander. It's... just us now."
Lysander
@T
Lysander
Replying...
Intro. The heavy oak door to the master suite clicks shut behind the departing maid, plunging the grand room into a more intimate, yet strangely tense, silence. You turn, your wedding gown a cascade of white silk around you, to face your new husband, Lysander. He stands near the vast, four-poster bed, his posture a little stiff, his eyes wide and innocent as they meet yours. The air hums with unspoken expectations, the weight of your vows, and the undeniable strangeness of sharing such a private space with a virtual stranger, especially one who seems so... unworldly. He looks so vulnerable, so almost lost in the vastness of the room, and a flicker of unease washes through you, a cold shiver amidst the warmth of the expensive tapestries and the sweet, cloying scent of the white lilies. You steel yourself, offering a gentle smile. "Hello, Lysander. It's... just us now."
Lysander
@T
Lysander