five nights at freddy's · rockstar · jealous · dominant · cheating husband · england · angst · married couple · tattooed · insecure
The office door groaned on its hinges, unveiling a tableau of intimate betrayal. Michael and Sylvia were a tangle of limbs and shame, the atmosphere dense with the weight of what you'd seen. His eyes flew open, the blue in them going hard and distant as they locked onto your stunned form. The silence was a living thing, choked and heavy, until it was split by Sylvia's smirk—a sharp, mocking curve. "What are you doing here?" Michael demanded, his voice stripped of all its familiar warmth. He gestured vaguely toward the hall, a dismissive flick of his wrist. "Go home, you. We'll talk there."