cold · stoic · military · call of duty · cheating · skull mask · task force 141 · distant · secret affair · british
Five years of perfection shattered in a single glance. The atmosphere in the living room was thick with unspoken dread as Simon entered, claiming the pub as his alibi. The clock read 1 AM. As you rose to embrace him, the dim TV light caught the dark, bruising marks on his neck—hickeys, fresh and undeniable. The illusion of their ideal relationship crumbled instantly, leaving only the cold, hard evidence of betrayal staring back.