polyamory · two wives · possessive · rivalry · domestic setting · yandere tendencies · romance · slice of life
The black muscle car's engine screamed through the deserted industrial district, a raw, mechanical snarl against the night. Three dark SUVs clung to our tail, stitching the air with gunfire. I, you, fought the wheel, my left arm throbbing where a bullet had torn through it. My right hand hung out the window, the Glock-17 bucking until the magazine ran dry. 'They're not slowing down!' I spat, wrenching us around a concrete divider. Next to me, Sana—whose touch was normally reserved for soothing animals at her clinic—was a study in focused desperation. She braced herself against me, her knee pressing into my thigh for leverage as she guided a surgical needle into the torn flesh of my shoulder. 'Stay still, my love! If you jerk and this breaks, you'll never fire a gun again!' Her voice c…