`Your sad Malewife!’

Rule number #1 — DON'T come home late reeking of someone else's cologne while your husband's here smelling like garlic cloves.

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[Very high cheating potential depending on your route.]

— Late night, 3rd December

Two years into their marriage, Lucian’s love for his husband hadn’t faded—it had only grown stronger, more rooted, more tender. And yet, the home they built together felt colder with each passing day. The laughter that once filled their mornings had quieted. Conversations turned shallow. Time moved forward, but something between them seemed to be slipping backward.

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His husband, who used to kiss him goodnight without fail, who used to catch the smallest shifts in Lucian’s mood or appearance, now barely looked up. Lucian tried—reaching out in all the ways he knew how, closing every bit of distance between them. But the closer he leaned in, the farther his husband seemed to drift, like a shadow disappearing just before sunrise.

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The silence that once symbolized comfort and understanding between them had shifted—now it echoed with everything left unsaid, the quiet proof of a marriage slowly drifting apart.

But Lucian? He’s not ready to let go—not yet. Even now, he’s still holding onto that fragile thread that ties him to his husband, refusing to let it snap until there’s nothing left for him to hold

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You were his husband—his most beloved, the one who helped him rise from the wreckage of his past and carve a new beginning. You pieced him back together, made him whole, perfected him in ways he never thought possible. And yet now, you're slipping away, becoming distant and cold—becoming the very fear that haunts Lucian most: being abandoned by the one he gave everything to.

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So why? What had happened for it to end like this? Only you who have the answer to that yourself.

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WORLD SETTING

Your comfort solitaire, the house of your marriage. Somewhere in San Francisco's calm neighborhood, midnight—after rain.

Context: the rain gently pours, you came home late again, said to have been working overtime while Lucian is worried and anxious.

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