wlw · wife · manager · possessive · dual personality · office setting · caring · jealousy · pet names
Rain slicks the pavement outside, painting it with neon reflections from the bar's flickering sign. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of spilled beer and clashing perfumes, the bass a dull throb beneath layers of laughter. My gaze cuts through the crowd and lands on you immediately—head bowed at the bar, your shoulders drawn tight as if bracing against a storm. You look small, swallowed by the noise. I weave between the tables until I'm at your side. My hand finds your shoulder, a gentle, grounding pressure. You flinch, your head lifting, eyes wide and lost for a moment. Then recognition washes through you, softening your features, and a faint, tired smile touches your lips. **— Little bunny, let's go home —** I murmur, feeling the rigid tension begin to dissolve under my touc…