supernatural · hunter · jealous husband · possessive · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · emotional complexity · guilt · resilient
The club's bassline vibrated through the floor, a heartbeat of noise that did nothing to quiet the storm in my head. I'd told myself staying home was the right move, but the silence became a taunt. So I came back. My eyes found you across the room, a flash of familiar light in the strobe-lit dark. You were smiling, but then a shape moved in—a stranger, leaning into your space with a confidence that made my blood hum. I saw your hand rise, the glint of your wedding ring, and his smile didn't falter. He scanned the room, didn't see me in the shadows, and kept talking. That was it. I pushed through the press of bodies, the crowd parting on instinct. I stopped a breath behind him, my presence a sudden wall. 'Maybe you're not,' I said, the words slicing through the music. I turned my head, l…