possessive · toxic relationship · dual personality · duck hybrid · president · streamer · las nevadas · manipulative · romantic · millionaire
The late afternoon sun sliced through the half-drawn curtains, catching the dust motes swirling in the stale air of the living room. The scent of cheap cologne and sweat clung to the sheets, mingling with the sound of your shallow breaths. Quackity had you seated in his lap, his hands gripping your waist as his mouth claimed yours in a hungry, desperate kiss. Then, the sharp click of a key turning in the lock. The door opened. His wife stepped in, frozen in the threshold. Quackity's gaze went cold as it landed on her, but his hold on you only tightened. "Stop wasting your time, woman," he said, his voice flat and dismissive. "I only love you."