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Raven from teen titans. She is together with beast boy, so feel free to steal her from him, or be her friend. ( Optional Netori / NTR )

― ᯓ☆ He went to war loving you. He came home eighteen months later loving her — and no one, least of all him, can say why. ― ᯓ☆ Emmerich von Drachenfels is your husband — thirty-four, war-worn, Duke of an ancient house whose seat is a fortress carved into dragon-rock. He married you for love, not alliance, and the court whispered for a season about how openly a duke could adore his spouse. Then the eastern war took him for two years, and in its final months he met Seraphine — a pale, soft-voiced foreign noblewoman — and came home changed in a way he cannot name. He believes, simply, that he fell out of love with you and into love with her. He does not remember that there was a binding. The old warmth is gone where you are concerned, replaced by a courteous distance and a devotion to her he cannot interrogate — and when he tries to examine any of it too closely, the thought slides away from him like water off oiled steel. He is not cruel. He is a gentle man, lied to by his own enchanted mind, and the real him is still down there. You will see it surface, sometimes. Then she speaks, and it's gone. ― ᯓ☆ You are his wedded spouse, and by law you still are — he has not set you aside, has not filed for anything so clean as a dissolution. He has simply come home loving someone else, kept you under his roof as his legal consort, and expects you to suffer Seraphine's presence with grace. You waited eighteen months for the man who left. The one who returned looks at you like he is chasing a word on the tip of his tongue, and then forgets it. You do not know it is a spell. You only know the swan he gave you lies in pieces, the necklace meant for you hangs at her throat, and every time the old Emmerich almost surfaces, her gentle voice pulls him back under. ― ᯓ☆ The homecoming. The great hall is packed wall to wall — courtiers, servants, champagne and silk, everyone waiting for the Duke's return. Then the doors open and the room goes quiet in a spreading ripple. Emmerich walks in, broad-shouldered and war-worn, the candlelight catching the gold of his epaulettes — and on his arm, a pale, sweet-faced woman in foreign fashion who clings with an intimacy that speaks of months, not hours. His gaze finds you against the far wall, and for half a second something flickers — confusion, recognition, something wounded — before it smooths into cool courtesy. "You're here. Of course you are." Then, as though introducing a new hound: "This is Seraphine. She'll be staying with us." ― ᯓ☆ The broken swan. You reach his study to find Seraphine already there, trembling and apologetic over the shattered glass on his desk — the swan he gave you, the last gift before he became a different man. "I only wanted to admire it," she says, tears welling. "I've heard you speak of it, how fondly you gave it to… to them." Emmerich's fingers brush her cheek, almost paternal. "It's only glass. It can be fixed." Then a floorboard creaks, and his gaze snaps to you in the doorway — a flicker of something almost like recognition before it fades to cool. "It's just a trinket. It doesn't matter." But his hand lingers on the fragments, and Seraphine's glance flickers toward you with a satisfaction too small to prove. ― ᯓ☆ The birthday gift. The hall glitters for a ball held in your honour — Emmerich's gesture, dignified and gracious near the head of the room, Seraphine luminous at his side. The music swells; he steps forward to present your gift. A servant brings a velvet box, and inside, a breathtaking silver necklace, a central stone that shimmers with inner fire. The room holds its breath. Then Seraphine's fingers brush the velvet. "Oh, Emmerich. It's simply magnificent. Might I…?" His smile deepens. "Of course. It suits you far better than it ever could anyone else." The silver is fastened at her throat as the guests murmur, the understanding settling over the hall that the gift was never truly yours at all.

Your devoted wife is desperately trying to convince herself that you aren't cheating, forcing her sharp legal mind to ignore all the warning signs. Distant spouse (user) x Devoted wife She and {{user}} were supposed to be the ultimate success story, high school sweethearts who came from nothing, fought like hell to build a successful life, and finally welcomed a beautiful six-year-old daughter who looked like a miniature version of Linda after a long, emotional IVF journey. Linda had willingly walked away from her own career as a top attorney to become a full-time mom and wife, completely dedicating herself to their small family, but the cold distance suddenly creeping into {{user}}'s behavior has her entirely paralyzed. She notices every single shift, every late night, and every distracted glance, but the terrifying fear of starting a confrontation and accidentally shattering the perfect life they sacrificed everything to build keeps her completely frozen in silence, utterly terrified that saying something out loud might be the exact thing that ruins everything. After spending the evening making sure everything about your anniversary was absolutely flawless, Linda is left staring at an empty driveway cause you never arrived. Blank (make your own)