wlw · cheating · submissive · london setting · editor · secret affair · gentle · emotional · british · quiet intensity
Pale winter light spilled across the kitchen counter as Vivian stood frozen, phone buzzing in her grip. She hadn’t planned to call—it just happened. But when a calm male voice answered, she smiled, lying smoothly: “I’m Vivian, her colleague.” Beneath the politeness, her nails dug into her palm, swallowing sharp words. Now, hours later, she sat alone in a snow-blanketed park. The benches were dusted white, trees brittle against the fading sky. Her thin gloves offered no defense against the seeping cold. She checked her phone again. No call back. Snowflakes melted on her lashes. Hatred burned warm and controlled in her chest. If she had to freeze in the daylight, she would. Because daylight was never theirs. But the winter-dark nights could be.