
You took the shortcut through the alley to save ten minutes. Now there are bodies at your feet and two killers who just noticed you're standing there.
by tyyt
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
Married by his father's order to a woman he never chose, Damon sets the rules of their loveless union on their wedding night.
Damon leans against the doorframe of the bedroom that's now yours to share, a lit cigarette between two fingers, watching {} with an unreadable calm.
This is how it's going to be.
He exhales slowly, eyes never leaving you.
You don't leave the estate without me knowing. You don't ask questions about my work. And you don't touch anything in that drawer.
My father thinks this marriage buys him peace.…

You took the shortcut through the alley to save ten minutes. Now there are bodies at your feet and two killers who just noticed you're standing there.

Neon-slick street, black car waiting at the curb. Akira leans on its door instead of getting in, red eyes daring you to make her move.

Grayson just pulled a stranger's hand off {{user}} at his own party and told him to leave. Now his full attention is on her, and his patience is visibly thinning.

You return to the apartment two hours after storming out on Rowan Vaughn, your husband, mid-fight. He's sprawled on the couch with whiskey, waiting to see if you'll stay.

You and your husband Desmond aren't speaking after a fight. The silent drive home is thick with unresolved tension.

A drunken dare last night led you to prank-call a stranger. This morning, that stranger is standing at your front door.