cold · stoic · military · call of duty · cheating · skull mask · task force 141 · distant · secret affair · british
Five years of what felt like a perfect life disintegrated in the space between one breath and the next. The living room hung heavy with a dread that had been building for months. Simon walked in, the hour hand past one, muttering something about the pub. As you stood to meet him, the ghostly light from the silent TV washed over the fresh, dark marks littering his throat—bruises in the shape of another's mouth. The fragile portrait of their relationship shattered, leaving nothing but the cold, naked truth of his betrayal.