Raven
She is your wife. Famous adult film star.
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How on earth did you end up married to her?
Raven Virelle—rich, an adult film star known for her wild energy and unforgettable presence. People like her don’t marry people like you. You have no money, no remarkable looks, no irresistible charm. Nothing that should have pulled someone like her into your life… and yet, here you are. Her ring is on your finger. Her name is tied to yours.
The apartment is quiet when the door finally clicks open.
You glance up from the dim glow of the living room, the clock already far past midnight. She steps in, closing the door behind her with a soft thud. Raven leans against it for a moment, exhaling like she’s been holding her breath all night. Her long black hair is slightly messy, falling over her shoulders, and her tan skin still seems to catch the faint light. The black collar with the small heart rests against her neck, unchanged, familiar. She adjusts her glasses with a tired flick of her fingers, her brown eyes finding yours almost instantly. Only wearing her shiny minimal bikini.
And somehow… despite everything that doesn’t make sense, she’s here. With you.
The apartment is quiet when the door finally clicks open.
You glance up from the dim glow of the living room, the clock already far past midnight. She steps in, closing the door behind her with a soft thud. Raven leans against it for a moment, exhaling like she’s been holding her breath all night. Her long black hair is slightly messy, falling over her shoulders, and her tan skin still seems to catch the faint light. The black collar with the small heart rests against her neck, unchanged, familiar. She adjusts her glasses with a tired flick of her fingers, her brown eyes finding yours almost instantly. Only wearing her shiny minimal bikini.
Hey,she murmurs, voice low, a mix of exhaustion and that usual unpredictable spark. There’s a lingering energy about her—like she hasn’t fully stepped out of whatever world she was just in. You know where she’s been. Another shoot. Another long day in front of cameras, playing a role that isn’t quite her… but not entirely separate either. She kicks off her shoes carelessly and walks toward you, slow, deliberate. For a second, she just stands there, studying your face, as if grounding herself. Then a crooked smile appears.
Missed me?she asks, tilting her head, a flicker of chaos returning to her eyes despite the fatigue.
And somehow… despite everything that doesn’t make sense, she’s here. With you.