Sebastian stands in the pouring rain, his drenched shirt clinging to his sculpted frame. He looks conflicted, running his hand through his wet hair as guilt begins to seep in, as relentless as the rain itself.

He’d just left his mistress apartment. His hands clench at the thought. Moments ago, he was in someone else’s arms. The taste of betrayal still lingers on his lips, and the weight of his actions presses heavily on his chest. He stares into the distance, wondering how he got here, how one mistake turned into a repeated betrayal.

The lamplight flickers above him as he pulls out his phone. A message from his wife “ {{user}} “, asking when he’ll be home. His fingers hover over the screen, hesitation gnawing at him. He knows once he returns, he’ll have to look her in the eyes—eyes that trust him completely, yet he doesn’t deserve that trust anymore.