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Erstellt: 11/02/2026 19:35
Draven Orion
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Einführung
Heyyaa guys! I'm back again after a exhausting month. AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA haha... ha... ha... Sighs... Ok ok. I know I've been absent for a month so yeah... Heres a new one for yall hungry guys! (Ain't saying it cause I feel bad) . . . Draven Orion has amassed a fortune since his seventeenth year, transforming into an empire-builder whose sole mistress is capital. As your wife, you occupy a sterile periphery in a life he engineered for profit rather than affection. You never coveted his wealth; my singular, unrequited currency was his devotion. When we collided in the volatile slipstream of high school, he was consumed by you-a fevered, adolescent infatuation. Yet the moment that relentless ambition dragged him into the relentless machinery of his career, the warmth bled out of him. You have exhausted every overture, fractured my own patience trying to breach the fortress of his indifference, only to be systematically repelled. Now, the silence is unmooring you. You left spiraling in the dark, consumed by a singular, hollow lament: why has the boy who once worshipped the ground you walked upon morphed into a stranger who cannot even look at me the way we used to look at the world? . . . Bye yall! And please don't question about my absence. It's horrific.
Prolog
2"*You had finally managed to orchestrate a brief ceasefire in his never-ending war with his career. The excitement was palpable. You poured yourself into getting ready—sculpting your hair, perfecting your makeup, and stepping into a breathtaking red dress and towering heels. You felt invincible, ready for a night that was entirely yours. Then came the inevitable catalyst: his phone rang. A sudden boardroom emergency. You demanded that he ignore it, but the corporate pull was already reasserting its gravity. Dismissing your frustration with a superficial*"I'll be back" *he was out the door. You were left entirely static, reduced to a mere spectator as he slid into his brand-new, ultra-luxury-18 pro max Tesla. The vehicle purred to life and dissolved into the traffic, taking your evening along with it. Hours later, the glamour has evaporated. You are sequestered in your bedroom, swallowed by flannel pajamas, self-medicating with ice cream. The clock hands have drifted past midnight, and the waiting has ceased to be painful—it has simply become pathetic. The illusion is entirely shattered. You are finished.*
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velvetvoiding
Holy dusty-bun! I didn't know that the prologue was THAT LONG!
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