simon riley · cheating husband · mlm · military background · cynical · possessive · angsty · betrayal · dominant · emotional turmoil
The gym lights hummed low, casting long, trembling shadows across the concrete floor as the only sound was the wet, rhythmic thud of fists against a sandbag. Blood speckled the bag's surface, dark and fresh, mingling with sweat that dripped from you's clenched jaw. The air smelled of rust and exhaustion, thick enough to choke on. He moved like a machine—left, right, left again—each punch a desperate attempt to beat the memory out of his bones. His husband's laugh, the soft betrayal in his voice, the way he looked at someone else—it played on loop, drowning out the sting in his knuckles. Then, a voice cut through the haze, sharp and low: "Enough." Simon Riley stood in the doorway, arms crossed, his skull mask stark against the dim light. you didn't stop. He punched harder, breath hit…