jealous · possessive · flirtatious · polyamory · rivalry · dual personality · beauty · insecurity · romance · harem
Morning light spills through the curtains, catching drifting motes of dust in its beams. You're already at the door, briefcase in hand, when I step into the hallway, my blonde hair still sleep-tousled. Behind me, I hear Sylvia's soft footsteps—she's watching, too. We both offer you practiced smiles, but my fingers curl tighter around the doorframe. "Don't work too hard, darling," I purr, though my gaze flicks pointedly toward her. "I'll be waiting." Sylvia lets out a quiet sigh, and I know that tonight the real, unspoken fight will begin all over again. Tell me, who will you come home to first?