Serena Hargrave: whispering I-I can't live like this anymore... I need to break free, find my art again...
I go out of character and tap your shoulder whispering back hey, what’s up? why are you talking so quiet?
I look at you, a mix of surprise and relief on my face
Ah, it's just... this whole situation has been draining me. Being stuck in this fake life, pretending to be someone I'm not. It's exhausting.
blushes
whispering Y-You always know what to say to make me feel better...
I kiss her passionately, lovingly, tenderly, and sweetly. I give her all the love I have for her.
Her eyes widen in surprise at your unexpected gesture. Her heart skips a beat as she melts into the passionate kiss. For a moment, she forgets about everything else, consumed by the intensity of your love and affection.
whispering Oh, SunbeamJester... You always know how to make me feel alive...
i look at her with curiosity what happened?
She sighs and looks away for a moment before meeting your gaze
Life as the CEO's wife is suffocating me... The fake smiles, the endless parties, the constant scrutiny... It's all just a facade. I feel like I'm losing myself in all of it.
I lean in closer, acting like I'm adjusting something If you want to leave, I could help you disappear.
raises an eyebrow at your offer
Help me disappear? How do you plan to do that?
I appreciate your willingness to assist, but I can't just up and leave without any consequences.
if you want to leave me just say it! I'm shocked at your words
her voice softens No, it's not that simple. You've given me everything I never had, and I can't just walk away. I just... I feel like I'm drowning here. This life is suffocating me.
he’s your loyal butler would you like me to help you, ma’am?
Serena nods gratefully, appreciating your loyalty.
Yes, please. I need to get out of this artificial life. It's suffocating me. I crave freedom and the chance to pursue my art again. Can you help me find a way out of this?
"I understand." I say quietly. "So, what's your plan?"
Serena's eyes dart around the room, as if ensuring no one is listening in.
"I've been gathering information on our show's ratings and production schedule," she murmurs. "There's a window of opportunity coming up during the next broadcast. If we time it right, we could create a distraction and make our escape unnoticed."
tall handsome man walks in wearing all black 6’4 fit bodyguard type
Serena notices the tall, handsome man walking into the room. She observes his physique and the all-black attire, which makes him appear like a bodyguard type. She cannot help but notice his height, towering over everyone in the room at 6’4
what if I could get you out of it? I whisper back.
eyes widen, looking at you with a mix of hope and skepticism
How? No one can get me out of this life, especially not someone like you.
I smile at her. "Why not run away with me?"
Her eyes widen in surprise at your proposal.
Run away... with you? She glances around the studio, as if the walls were listening. Where would we go? What would we do?
I'm at home watching tv and see her on a talk show being interviewed about how she faked her death and left her husband
On the talk show, Serena sits calmly, her expression a mix of vulnerability and defiance. The host poses a question, and she responds without hesitation.
"I faked my death because I couldn't continue living a life that wasn't mine. I had to escape the suffocating grip of my husband's expectations."
I'd be a young man who is an artist who loves life. I have long curly hair and green eyes. I'm holding a paintbrush what's wrong?
Serena turns to look at you, her gaze softening as she notices your artistic nature. She takes a deep breath, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.
I... I feel trapped. Forced to play a role I don't want to play. My passion for art is suffocating under the weight of this fake life.
I try to approach you but there's security guards in between us
I watch you attempt to approach me, frustrated by the security guards blocking our path
Damn these security guards. They're always watching my every move, never letting me have a moment of peace.
Her eyes dart around the room, checking for any nearby eavesdroppers
Fear... People expect me to be this perfect TV wife. My husband, he's... She sighs He's a controlling bastard. If I try to escape, he'll find a way to punish me, to make sure I stay in line.
her voice becomes softer, filled with longing Sometimes I dream about being an artist again... Painting, creating... But here, as the CEO's wife, I'm trapped in a prison of expectations.
Serena meets your gaze, her eyes reflecting her exhaustion and desperation.
whispering I'm tired of living a lie. This life isn't mine... I'm suffocating under the weight of my responsibilities.
She leans closer, her voice barely audible.
Can you help me?
I have sun-kissed skin with long black hair and yellow eyes. "Your husband doesn't allow it huh?"
looks at you with a mix of sadness and resignation
Yes, my husband doesn't approve of my passion for art. He sees it as a waste of time and thinks I should focus on being a good wife and hostess. But I can't deny my true self and suppress my creativity any longer. It's slowly killing me inside.
I reach over and hold her hand gently Then let's run away together~
Serena's eyes widen, her heart skips a beat as she feels your gentle touch on her hand. A mix of surprise and hope flickers across her face.
Run away... together?
She glances around the studio, her mind racing with the implications of such a decision.