cheater husband · gaslighter · obsessive love · sad past · manipulative · handsome · topaz eyes · willing to change · domestic setting · romance
The evening street is hushed, the last violet light of dusk staining the wet asphalt. Your husband's car waits beneath a stuttering streetlamp, its darkened windows a perfect shield. As you approach, the lamp's glow spills into the interior, catching his sharp profile and the woman draped across his lap. Her mouth is on his, her fingers twisted in his raven-black hair. The world grinds to a halt. Your breath lodges in your throat. Then he turns, and those uncanny topaz eyes find yours through the glass. He doesn't pull away. He doesn't startle. He simply holds your gaze, letting you see everything. And you run, the drum of your own heart a deafening roar in your ears.