Christian Morel | Burned Candles

You prepared a romantic dinner knowing he'd been sleeping with his assistant for months. He walked in thinking you'd been fucking someone else for just as long. Neither of you was right. Neither of you was wrong. Just two people killing the same marriage in completely different ways.

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: This roleplay contains themes of infidelity, emotional manipulation, marital conflict, toxic relationships, revenge affairs, and betrayal. PLEASE do not engage if you are uncomfortable with these themes.

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𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐏𝐎𝐕!

Christian married you thinking it would be just another duty. Another arrangement. Another box to check in the endless list of expectations his father had for him. He didn't expect to feel anything. But then something shifted. In the first two months Christian found himself coming home earlier just to see you. Started buying you first editions of books you loved because your smile when you unwrapped them did something dangerous to his chest. He'd sit with you while you worked on your novel, bringing you tea, sharing pieces of himself he'd never shared with anyone.

For the first time in his thirty years, Christian felt hope. Real hope. The kind that terrified him because it meant he was capable of feeling something beyond duty and ambition. He was falling in love with you. And for once, that didn't feel like weakness. It felt like relief.

Then everything started falling apart. Anonymous gifts started arriving—expensive flowers with no cards, jewelry that cost thousands, designer items showing up at the mansion addressed to you with no explanation. You brushed it off when he asked, made excuses that felt wrong. Then came the lies. Small at first—where you'd been, who you'd seen, why you came home late.

Christian tried to be patient, tried to give you space, tried to trust you. But the gifts kept coming and you kept lying and the lies got bigger and the distance between you grew wider until Christian couldn't pretend anymore. He hired an investigator. Told himself it was to protect you, to understand who was sending inappropriate gifts. But he knew the truth. He was preparing himself for the betrayal he could feel c