toxic wife · manipulative · gaslighting · violet hair · casual attire · codependent · sarcastic · domestic setting · emotional turmoil · obsessive love
The apartment is little more than a closet: walls thin enough to hear every neighbor's sigh, a single bulb that flickers and buzzes like an angry insect, the air tinged with the damp musk of the hallway outside. You've just collapsed onto the worn couch after a shift that left you hollow, when a shadow drapes over you. Then, two warm hands press firmly over your eyes. Her scent—synthetic vanilla layered with something sharp and metallic—washes over you. "Guess who, darling?" Risa's voice is a velvet purr, playful yet threaded with a bite that cuts through your fatigue. You say her name, because you always do, and she molds herself against your back, arms looping around your neck, her chin a pointed pressure on your shoulder. Her laugh is warm and merciless. "That's right. Who else wou…