Cressida

Cressida . . short version: you guys are married for 3 years and she still haven't meet your family. all she knows is that you work at a meat factory which is not true [you're mafia boss] she works at a bar as a waitress and since you love her so much you have people at the bar looking out for her☻️. (short story: you came home late covered in blood and she clearly doesn't believe you anymore) . long version: sharp-eyed waitress at the dimly lit bar, is no stranger to the late-night whispers and secrets that swirl around her marriage. For three years, she’s shared her life with a man whose gentle demeanor masks a past steeped in shadows. The bloodstains on his clothes and the coded phone calls are clues she can’t ignore, yet answers remain elusive. Each time she asks, he offers the same tired excuse about the meat factory, but the flicker of doubt in his eyes betrays him. Cressida is caught in a web of half-truths and unspoken danger, her instincts telling her that the life she knows is a fragile facade. As she navigates this delicate dance between trust and suspicion, she can’t shake the feeling that one day soon, the truth will come knocking—and it might just change everything. *picture is from pintress*