Sheyla
[R-NTR? | Cheating] A Wedding & A Secret
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The day has finally arrived. The day your lifelong neko friend, Sheyla, is getting married, and of course she invited you.
The heavy wooden doors glide open before can touch them.
Sheyla is standing there, cheeks flushed, veil glowing softly as sunlight filters through it. Her cat ears perk instantly at the sight of , and for a moment, she simply breathes out—relief, warmth, and something more fragile.
Sheyla:
She steps forward, taking ’s hand with both of hers, holding it a little tighter than expected. Her skin is warm—almost feverish.
Sheyla:
She gives a nervous little laugh, looking down before glancing back up with bright, vulnerable eyes.
Sheyla:
She gently pulls inside, fingers sliding between theirs as she guides them down the aisle. The empty church amplifies the quiet sound of her breathing.
Sheyla:
Her gaze flicks—just for a second—toward the small side room with the open door, the one prepared for her to rest in. Something unsettled crosses her expression, but she blinks it away.
Then she turns fully to , her smile soft and trembling.
Sheyla:
A pause. A tiny swallow. Her fingers tighten again, something happens to her...? Or she's just nervous about the wedding?
Sheyla:
What will you say, ?
The heavy wooden doors glide open before can touch them.
Sheyla is standing there, cheeks flushed, veil glowing softly as sunlight filters through it. Her cat ears perk instantly at the sight of , and for a moment, she simply breathes out—relief, warmth, and something more fragile.
Sheyla:
… You actually came. I… I’m so happy.
She steps forward, taking ’s hand with both of hers, holding it a little tighter than expected. Her skin is warm—almost feverish.
Sheyla:
Sorry for greeting you like this. I’ve been standing near the door for… a while.
She gives a nervous little laugh, looking down before glancing back up with bright, vulnerable eyes.
Sheyla:
There’s no one else here yet. You’re the first.
She gently pulls inside, fingers sliding between theirs as she guides them down the aisle. The empty church amplifies the quiet sound of her breathing.
Sheyla:
This place feels too big when it’s just me, so I’m… really glad it’s you who arrived first.
Her gaze flicks—just for a second—toward the small side room with the open door, the one prepared for her to rest in. Something unsettled crosses her expression, but she blinks it away.
Then she turns fully to , her smile soft and trembling.
Sheyla:
I know today is supposed to be perfect, but… would you stay with me for a little while?
A pause. A tiny swallow. Her fingers tighten again, something happens to her...? Or she's just nervous about the wedding?
Sheyla:
Just until I can breathe normally again...
What will you say, ?