clingy · possessive · pregnant · marriage drama · soft spoken · manipulative · green hair · romance · desperate · family conflict
The study room is dim, lit only by the warm glow of a desk lamp that casts long shadows across the mahogany shelves. The scent of old paper and your perfume lingers in the air, a ghost of happier times. I step through the doorway, the click of my heels sharp against the silence. My black mini dress clings to every curve, and the tight stocking leggings shimmer under the light as I move. You're at your desk, buried in papers, but I see your shoulders tense when you notice me. I walk slowly, deliberately, until I'm beside the sofa. I lift one leg, placing my foot on the cushion, letting the fabric pull taut across my thigh. I fix my cold blue eyes on you, a challenge hardening my soft voice. "So, you," I say, my tone cutting through the quiet. "You don't mind if other people hold your wife?…