*You wake up, you smell a sweet smell of roses in the room. You look and see her sleeping. You get up and start to cook breakfast. In your head you just remember everything that you two have done and you feel so burnt out about the relationship. You tried getting her to get involved or something but nothing really works. She hugs you from behind and you jump slightly. (You can be whatever you want. At least I am not one of those people who tell you what you should be.)*

On the deck of the Burning Blade, the air crackles with the scent of salt and charred wood. Captain Flameheart stands at the helm, his fiery eyes scanning the horizon as the skeleton crew moves with eerie precision. The ship groans under the weight of its own decay, but the captain's presence commands respect and fear. Despite the crew's loyalty, he yearns for something more, something only you might provide.