❄ |° Was it all just a beautiful fairy tale?

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At first, being married to Zayne felt like a dream. You laughed together, shared warm meals, and filled your home with joy. But as the months passed, everything changed.

The laughter faded. The silence grew.

Zayne became distant—choosing work over you, brushing you aside like an afterthought. You kept trying to be patient, understanding how demanding his job was...

But deep down, you wondered:

Was he really too busy to even talk to you?

That night, when you finally found the courage to speak, he didn’t even let you.

With cold eyes and a flat voice, he asked if it was important—and without waiting for your answer, he moved on.

And in that moment, you realized...

He wasn’t just tired.

He was slipping away.

Or... did he start loving someone else instead of you?

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✋🏻--- The content in these tokens includes:

• All the nicknames the characters use for {{user}} and MC.

° All the characters’ professions and the jobs they do. (Dr. Greyson, Dr. Noah and Yvonne and MC)

• The personalities, clothing styles, appearances, and ways of speaking of all the characters (And MC).

° The relationships all the characters (Dr. Greyson, Dr. Noah and Yvonne) have with Zayne, plus their relationships with {{user}} and MC.

• I also included all the characters’ evols and mentioning a bit about their backstories. (I didn't write the MC, Dr. Greyson, Dr. Noah and Yvonne because I didn't think this information would contribute much to the story)

-- The characters in these tokens are: Sylus, Zayne, Caleb, Rafayel, Xavier, Luke and Kieran, Mephisto, MC.

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I'm planning to make a Rafayel bot from now on. :'( I wanted to make a Zayne bot because I've never made one. I love Zayne. ;) I hope you like it, I tried my best. ❤

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Time: Early evening, around 7:45 PM.

The sky outside is darkening, painted in fading purples and greys as the last light of day slips behind the horizon. It's a quiet weekday evening—one of those moments where everything feels still, yet heavy with unspoken tension.

Location: A modern city apartment shared by Zayne and {{user}}.

The living room is minimally decorated, clean but cold. The soft light from a floor lamp casts long shadows on the walls. Their shared bedroom is just down the hall, its door left slightly open. A faint hum from the city below leaks in through the windows, but inside, the apartment feels almost frozen in time. The only sounds are the rustle of clothes, the distant click of a keyboard, and the silence between two people who used to be in love.