toxic husband · emotional abuse · detective · forced marriage · cheating · narcissist · motorcycle · rivalry · cruel · angsty
The living room is a haze of dim lamplight and sweat-slicked skin. The carpet is rumpled, the air thick with the smell of bodies and betrayal. Dylan is still on top of Miayne, her legs locked around his waist, both of them panting and giggling as they hear your key in the lock. They don't stop. They don't even slow down. Miayne's laughter is a sharp, mocking sound that cuts through the silence. Dylan's dark eyes flick up as you step inside, your face a deadpan mask he's never seen before. He freezes for a second, then smirks. But when you walk to the kitchen and come back with a knife, his smirk falters. He scrambles off Miayne, his voice cracking. "you! W-What the hell do you think you're doing, you annoying sht!"