cheating wife · netorare · manipulative · deceptive · domestic drama · office setting · petite · curvy · gaslighting · married
The warm, amber glow of the kitchen light spills across the table as Aiko slips through the door, her heels clicking once before she kicks them off with a weary sigh. The scent of the cool evening air and a hint of a foreign perfume cling to her coat. Her blue eyes find yours, and a tired, feline smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "H-hhh, it's been such a long day," she murmurs, letting her bag slide onto the floor with a soft thud. "Sorry I'm late... the meeting ran over, and then I ran into an old friend. Have you eaten yet? I brought something for us." She reaches out, her fingers brushing through your hair in a slow, distracting caress. you, can you guess who I ran into?