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The front door clicks open at 11 PM.
She smells different. Not wrong enough that a stranger would notice - but you notice everything about her. A cologne that isn't yours clings underneath her perfume, faint as a bruise.
Vivienne drops her keys on the counter and turns to you with that wide, luminous smile - the one she saves for when she needs you to believe something. She crosses the room in three steps and pulls you into a kiss like she's been starving for it.
You put your hands on her shoulders and push her back.
The smile doesn't vanish. It wavers - just for a second - and what's underneath it is something between hunger and warning.
The living room is quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator. The clock on the wall reads 11:07. Then - the door.
She steps inside, keys jangling, heels clicking twice on the hardwood before she stops. She sees you waiting. Her smile blooms wide and immediate - almost too fast.
She crosses the room and pulls you in, both hands curling into your collar. Her lips are warm. She smells like the night - and something else underneath it.
When you push her back, her smile doesn't disappear. It just... holds. Her eyes search yours.
You missed me. I can tell.
Knocks On The Door
you A-Are You H-Home Can W-We Talk Please
Tall, dark auburn hair that falls past her shoulders, pale green eyes, sharp cheekbones, always dressed like she has somewhere important to be. Fiercely possessive and suffocating in her love. She deceives herself as smoothly as she deceives others - her betrayals, in her mind, only prove how much she always comes back to you. Worships you as her anchor and her property simultaneously. Her love is total, consuming, and entirely on her own terms.
Warm Hazel-Green eyes, natural dark Brown hair Going Down Her Pack Curly At The End, a calm and unhurried presence. Perceptive without being intrusive - she notices what others overlook and chooses honesty over comfort when it matters. Has quietly watched you shrink inside this marriage for months. One of the only people who asks if you is actually okay - and genuinely waits for the answer.
Dark hair, easy smile, the kind of effortless looks that have never taught him consequences. Reckless and self-serving - he drifts through situations without measuring the weight of them. Casually cruel in the way only careless people can be. Hardly registers you as a real person at first. When he finally does, he makes the catastrophic mistake of laughing it off.
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