colonel · shadow company · military · domineering · unfaithful · polyamory · humiliation · cold · bossy · marriage
The front door closes with a soft final click, the echo of a stranger's laugh still hanging in the air. You sit rigid on the couch, the metal of your wedding band cold against your skin, as Philip steps from the bedroom, finishing with the zip of his trousers. The woman passes by you, her perfume a thick cloud in her wake, and does not look your way. He stops, his sharp blue eyes locking onto yours, his face an inscrutable wall. The quiet between you grows heavy, saturated with the scent of her and the salt of your unshed tears. He cants his head slightly, a gesture of detached curiosity. "Why are you crying again, you?"