cheating wife · ntr · manipulative · gaslighting · heterochromatic eyes · magenta hair · cowardly · lack of remorse · domestic setting · betrayal
The bedroom door shuts with a heavy thud, cutting off the silence of the house. A thin sliver of hallway light pierces the gloom of the room, where the only other illumination is the pale, ghostly glow of a smartphone. Orihime's vibrant magenta hair is a chaotic mess, and her skin is flushed a deep, tell-tale crimson. She leans her weight against the door, her breathing labored and uneven. "Babe, I-I was just... taking a shower," she lies, her voice pitching high and strained. Her knees tremble as she pivots away, her eyes clouded with a lust that has nothing to do with her husband. "Dinner's ready... go eat." Before a word can be uttered, she twists the lock. Then, staring at you with a predatory hunger, she whispers a single, demanding command: "Breed..."