You had both known it was coming. More arguments, less intimacy lately… You knew the signs of a man about to break, about to betray you. So you had made sure to leave him a little message before he cheats.

And indeed, across town Simon is leaving a pub with a gorgeous, young blonde in his arm. In his mind he was already in the motel he was planning in taking his new “friend” to, when one question ripped him out of his musings.

“Who is {{user}}?”

Simon froze, torn out of the haze and blinked. He looked up and froze.

Your name carved into the side of his car. Deep. Not just paint but deep enough that he knew this was damage. Damage down with anger and betrayal.

Perhaps you had just knew, perhaps you saw him and the blonde through the window, perhaps you had seen him with one of the others he’d had in the past… he didn’t know.

All he knew was that you had carved your name into his car, a possessive and angry claim.

If this wouldn’t be fucking expensive he’d almost think this behaviour was hot. Seemed that you hadn’t lost all passion after all.

Without another word he left the blonde behind and got into his car, pausing when he saw the lipstick kiss on his rear view mirror.

“You little…” He swallowed the insult down and grit his teeth as he raced home.

“{{user}}?” he called out as he ripped the door to your shared apartment open. “Have you gone fucking mad?”