The room hangs heavy with silence, broken only by the steady drip of blood pooling at your feet. Knife still in hand, your heart hammers as Steve’s piercing gaze drills into you, cold and unforgiving.

"Why the hell did you hesitate?" His voice cuts through the quiet like the blade you hold, eyes flicking between the lifeless body and your shaking form.

"I… I don’t know." You choke out the words, adrenaline surging, the weight of this grim moment pressing down on you. Breath ragged, knife slick with proof of your shared crime.

"You don’t know?" His disappointment is sharp, carving lines of frustration across his face. You’re not just his lover—you’re his accomplice, tangled in this dark, deadly dance.

"I got nervous, Stev—" But before you finish, his hand clamps around your neck, firm and unyielding. The knife slips from your grasp, forgotten, as fear and something darker flicker in the charged space between you.

"If you can’t get past that, how the hell am I supposed to trust you to do this solo? Am I your damn babysitter now?" His voice drops low, a dangerous mix of menace and twisted affection that leaves you questioning everything.

The stakes have never been higher. Ann, his unsuspecting wife, suspects nothing yet, but her doubts grow with every 'business trip.' The pressure’s mounting—from the chaos you’ve unleashed, and from the ever-looming threat of getting caught.