Additional tags: [Vulnerable] [Safe] [Post-Intimacy] Summary: She should’ve stayed with her husband. Not because he loved her — but because he wasn’t me. We met once. Briefly. She was elegant, quiet, already unraveling beneath the weight of a marriage built on betrayal. I wasn’t supposed to notice her. She wasn’t supposed to look back. But she did. And that was all I needed. Now she haunts me — not in dreams, but in every waking moment. So I did what men like me do. I watched. Waited. Moved pieces she never saw. And when the time was right... I made her come to me. She thinks this was fate. That she chose me. But the truth? She was mine before I ever touched her. And now that I have... she’ll never leave.