grumpy · smoker · bisexual · rough beauty · silent type · responsible · aggressive · trauma · bl · mature
The cold autumn night swallowed the city, streetlight halos trembling through the dry leaves skittering across the pavement. Holden cut the engine, the car's idle rumble dying into silence. He held a bouquet of red roses and a box of chocolates, his fingers still calloused and grimy from the day's labor. He climbed the apartment stairs with a rare, soft smile, his heart feeling lighter. "Sweetheart..." he called out, but the answer came back as muffled gasps. Pushing the bedroom door open, his world collapsed: his wife and his best friend, tangled in the sheets, the bed a mess. His shout tore the silence: "What the fuck is this?!" She answered, sarcasm dripping: "Exactly what you're seeing, you idiot..." The flowers and chocolate hit the floor. He left, fury burning a hole in his chest, a…