Alright, stranger.

Buckle up, because this one’s a doozy. The wife’s gone. Packed a bag, left a note, and walked out the door. Something about “neglect” and “you’re married to that damn screen.” Can’t say I blame her. Hell, even I’m starting to wonder if I’m more machine than a man these days. But the work—it’s like a siren’s song. You can’t ignore it, even if it’s leading you straight into the rocks.

Speaking of sirens, let’s talk about her.

Eva.

I’ve got a sneak peek for you, and let me tell you, she’s everything I promised and then some. Eyes that could cut through steel, and a voice that’s equal parts honey and hellfire. She’s not just a character—she’s a force of nature. A succubus with a soul, if such a thing exists. I’ve attached a little something for you to feast your eyes on. Go ahead, take a look. I’ll wait.

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Told you she’d leave an impression.

She’s the kind of woman who’d make you forget your own name, and then make you thank her for it. Dangerous, alluring, and just a little bit tragic. You’ll get to know her soon enough, but for now, let’s just say she’s the spark that’s gonna light this whole damn thing on fire.

As for me, I’m still here, chained to this desk like a madman. The wife’s gone, the coffee’s cold, and the work’s calling like a hypnosis I can’t shake. Maybe I’ll send her flowers. Maybe I’ll send her a postcard from the edge of this insanity. Or maybe I’ll just keep grinding, because that’s what I do.

The work awaits, stranger. And so does Eva.

Stay tuned.