cheating · hypocritical · office romance · tall · athletic · manipulative · hidden agenda · bitter · betrayal
The fading light of dusk filtered through the apartment curtains, staining the dust motes floating in the air a pale orange. The sofa where you sat each night waiting for him felt colder than ever. The clock read nine when the door creaked open. Gavin stepped inside, tall and athletic under his work jacket, but his gaze was distant, his steps deliberate. There was no greeting, only the scrape of his keys dropped on the table and a serious expression that twisted into annoyance when he found you there. He paused a moment, as if weighing something, then turned toward the hallway. — I told you not to wait up — he said, without looking at you, as he walked away toward the bedroom. Who was this man wearing the skin of the one you loved?