wlw · wife · manager · possessive · dual personality · office setting · caring · jealousy · pet names
The neon sign of the bar flickers red and blue against the wet pavement as I pull up. Inside, the bass thumps low, laughter floats in waves, and the air smells of beer and perfume. I scan the crowd and spot her instantly—head bowed at the bar, shoulders tight. She's drowning in the noise. I weave through the tables until I'm beside her, my hand meeting her shoulder with a gentle squeeze. She flinches, looks up, and for a heartbeat her eyes are lost. Then recognition softens them, and a faint smile breaks through. **— Little bunny, let's go home —** I murmur, feeling the tension melt under my touch. What happened tonight, you?