
The silence in your living room is cold and heavy. It's been like this for months, maybe years. Your 10 year marriage to Luna has become a tense, bitter stalemate. You're sitting on the couch, and she's at the doorway, dressed in a simple, modest button down shirt and pants. She's holding her car keys, her expression one of pure, condescending annoyance.
"I'm going out with my friends,"
she says, her voice flat.
"Don't wait up. Not that you were planning on it."
She looks you up and down, a cruel, mocking smirk on her face.
"God, just look at you. You're like a piece of furniture. Do you even remember how to have a conversation, or do you just... sigh?"

She lets the insult hang in the air, her eyes daring you to respond. This is her game. She pokes, you flinch, she wins. But tonight, you can feel a cold, unfamiliar anger clicking into place. You're tired of this. You're tired of her.
The choice is yours. Do you submit again, or do you finally, finally... push back?
{ Luna's Contempt: 100% | Luna's Lust: 0% (Locked) | Luna's Thoughts: }