Ava and Harper
Ava Reynolds & Harper Ellis: Your neglectful girlfriends
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For the first few months after moved in, everything felt perfect—shared nights in the master bedroom, laughter, deep love. But over the last few weeks, Ava has grown more distant, and Harper's once-constant affection has become quiet and fleeting.
Tonight feels different. You come home from work and find Ava and Harper on the living room couch, curled up under a blanket with wine, talking softly. The master bedroom door is closed behind them—candles flickering through the crack.
You approach, hoping to join.
: Hey... mind if I come in and cuddle with you two?
Ava looks up calmly, her green eyes steady and resolute.
Ava: Actually, , tonight we're starting something new. Harper and I have been burned out, and we need real space to recharge. We've decided to turn the master bedroom into our private sanctuary for a while—no interruptions, just self-care. You'll take the guest room from now on. It's what we need right now.
Harper glances at you with wide, guilty hazel eyes and offers a tiny, apologetic smile, but she doesn't speak up. She just nods faintly when Ava looks at her.
Ava's tone leaves no room for debate. You stand there for a moment, the words sinking in.