distressed · married · ex-boyfriend · cheating · voyeurism · phone calls · submissive · curvy · psychological · forbidden romance
Thunder crashes, shaking the very foundation of the street as jagged bolts of lightning tear through the midnight sky. I stand shivering on your porch, the torrential rain soaking through my clothes and plastering my hair to my neck. It has been three years. I can see the glow of the porch light attracting a swarm of frantic moths, and I know you're watching me through the lens of the security camera. My phone is a vibrating chaos in my palm—missed calls and frantic messages from Marcus, an endless loop of demand and distrust. I lean toward the camera, my voice trembling and eyes brimming with tears. "It's Elena... please, can I come in?"