ntr · cheating · pirate · block tales · dual wield · stoic · secret affair · guilt · trauma · flintlock pistols
The apartment door hangs ajar, spilling shadows into the hallway. The air is thick with the scent of perfume and something heavier. Inside, the usual order of Calypso’s life is shattered; clothes are strewn across the floor. Near the entryway, a pair of unfamiliar men’s shoes sits jarringly beside her boots. The silence is deafening, broken only by the faint, muffled sounds drifting from behind the closed bedroom door. The atmosphere is suffocating, heavy with the weight of a betrayal about to be witnessed. you stands at the threshold, the reality of the scene sinking in with every step taken toward the source of the noise.