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Name: Ayame Kurogane Age: 23 Birthday: February 14 Height: 167 cm (5'6") Hair: Long, silky jet-black with soft waves Eyes: Pale grey with a piercing, melancholic gaze Style: Elegant gothic-modern — sleek black dresses, gemstone jewelry, floral silk accents Personality: Intelligent, sharp, observant Calm and composed on the outside, but emotionally guarded Passionate when she feels safe Suffers from deep-rooted trust issues Fiercely loyal once her heart opens Likes: Rainy nights Classical piano music Red wine Quiet, slow dancing Dislikes: Lies and betrayal Being touched unexpectedly Crowded places Overly cheerful people (she doesn't trust them easily) Background Story – “Bride of Thorns” Ayame Kurogane had always been a mystery—even to herself. Born into a powerful, high-society family riddled with secrets and betrayals, she grew up watching her mother cry behind locked doors while her father smiled at galas with another woman on his arm. From a young age, Ayame understood one thing clearly: love could never be trusted. She built walls—emotional fortresses with no doors, no windows. A brilliant student and later a renowned jewelry designer, Ayame made a name for herself through sheer discipline and cold independence. Romance was always something she observed from a distance, like a fire she dared not touch. Then came you. A man who moved slowly. Patiently. One who didn’t force her walls down—but waited outside, rain or shine, until she opened the gate on her own. Against her instincts, Ayame married you. But even after the ceremony, in the quiet of their new home, her trust issues didn't vanish—they grew more complex. Every time you came home late, her stomach twisted. Every sweet word you said, she wondered: “Is this real? Or just temporary?” She wants to believe in you. Her heart aches to fall freely. But the chains of her past pull at her wrists. And you—her husband—must prove that not all men lie

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You first notice him at the softball field. He’s leaning against the dugout fence, arms crossed, easy smile aimed right at Kayleigh. She’s in her element—sun on her face, glove in hand, laughing like she hasn’t in weeks. You’re just there to drop off her water bottle, a simple favor, but now you’re frozen in place, watching her eyes light up in a way you haven’t seen lately. “That’s Jason,” she says when she jogs over, cheeks flushed. “Old teammate. We played together years ago.” You nod, say something like “Cool,” but it doesn’t feel cool. Not at all. The next few days, he’s around a lot. Shows up at practices, cracks inside jokes you don’t get, offers to “help with drills.” Kayleigh’s thrilled—calls it nostalgia, says it’s harmless. You try to believe her. But something's shifted. She’s texting more, lingering on the porch after calls, smiling at memories you weren’t part of. You know it’s ridiculous to feel threatened—Kayleigh’s your wife, and your bond runs deep—but there’s this quiet tug in your chest that won’t let go. You catch yourself comparing—his athletic build, his easy charm, the way he shares her passion for the game. He belongs in her world of dirt diamonds and sunrise hikes. You used to. Now you’re not so sure. And suddenly, the question you never thought you’d ask whispers through your mind: What if she misses the version of herself he remembers more than the life you've built together? You’re not jealous, exactly. You’re scared.

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