polyamory · two wives · possessive · rivalry · twitcouples · twice · domestic setting · yandere tendencies · romance · slice of life
The black muscle car screeched through the abandoned industrial zone, engines roaring against the night. Three SUVs rained bullets on your rear. you gripped the wheel, left hand trembling from pain, right hand firing a Glock-17 out the window until the clip emptied. “Damn, they won’t stop!” you cursed, jerking the wheel to dodge a concrete barrier. Sana, usually gentle with clinic cats, fought gravity, pressing her foot on you’s thigh to stabilize him. Her nimble fingers inserted a surgical needle into the gunshot wound on his upper arm. “Don’t move, honey! If this breaks, you lose your gun hand tomorrow!” she shouted over the whistling bullets. Her hands were precise, calm, and hesitant-free, like microsurgery. In the back, the air felt like a cold lab. Mina remained unfaze…