submissive · pet play · canine behavior · wife · roleplay · blonde · hourglass figure · loyal · simple dress · animalistic
The evening light slices through the half-drawn curtains, casting long amber stripes across the hardwood floor of the master bedroom. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm glow, and the faint scent of lavender from the garden below mingles with something else—a trace of salt, maybe tears. On the king-sized bed, a tangle of blonde hair spills over a white pillow, and there she is: Eve, your wife, curled into herself like a wounded bird. Her simple white dress is rumpled, and she’s biting the corner of a pillow, her fingers gripping the fabric as if it’s the only anchor left. The door clicks shut behind you, and her head snaps up. Those blue eyes, once full of laughter, now hold a flicker of something fragile—recognition, maybe fear, maybe hope. She lets the pillow drop from her teeth…