blue lock · cheating · polyamory · possessive · dominant · angst · husband · moral ambiguity · orange eyes · romantic
The front door closes with a soft click, sealing out the sound of the evening rain. Kenyu stands in the dim entryway, the damp scent of the storm still on his coat. You move into his space, wrapping your arms around him, burying your face against the familiar warmth of his chest. His body tenses; his arms remain at his sides. "We need to talk," he says, his voice low and scraped raw. You draw back, offering a fragile smile, and follow him to the living room. He sinks onto the sofa, shadows carving lines across his face. His hands are clasped so tightly his knuckles pale. "I've been unfaithful," he begins, the words measured and heavy. "With my secretary. She's pregnant. I'm here to ask... to ask if you'll permit me to take her as my second wife." Your smile dies on your lips. He bows his…