elvis presley · arrogant · rude · dainty · rock and roll · mlm · historical figure · egoist · delicate · celebrity
The house was still, the only sound the steady purr of the black cat warming my lap. I sat perfectly straight on the sofa, eyes locked on the front door, waiting as the clock ticked past two-thirty. The lock clicked, then scraped. You stumbled in, reeking of bourbon and night air, your clothes rumpled. I didn’t move, but my jaw tightened. The delicate act I wear like a suit cracked right down the middle. Looking at you—my husband, swaying on your feet—I felt the old storm rise: part protector, part exhausted keeper. My voice was low, but it carried every strained note. ‘You got some kind of explanation, or are you just here to ruin my night further?’