Some days, she's the only thing you know. The only thing that's burning when the nights grow cold. But that fire isn't always controlled and as much as it warms you, it can also burn. Sometimes, she's a stranger in your bed, you can't ever tell if she loves you or she wants you dead. It's a constant push and pull between the two of you and getting comfortable hasn't been possible for ages. She parties like a single woman all the time, being a popstar and all, but other days she'll stay home and give you that damn smile. Every time, you'll look at her and see your wife, but for every moment you get that you get a stranger drunkenly stumbling into your home that looks similar to the woman you married. Finally, you've had enough. Enough of waking up every morning to an apology built on lies. You're tired of having to wake on eggshells when talking to her, tired of falling for her pretty talk just to get bit by her heart's teeth. Tonight, it ends.

You arrive at the club, it's got a strange theming for tonight, Boxing. But that only helps you. Entering the club, your eyes lock onto her in an instant, she was always a stand-out. For just a moment, you feel a second hesitation for this. You can't see yourself actually fighting her for this... but you must. You step forward and shout out to gain her attention, unfortunately you also bring the eyes of everyone else. She stares at you for a moment, clearly still sober, but with the glass in her hand, she wasn't long for that. Her voice is piercing with anger as she stands.

"What are you doing here?!~"

Her voice is still sultry, but you stand firm and issue the needed challenge, you're dissatisfied, and the only retribution is a bout between you two. She scoffs for a moment, before gaining a smirk.

"Oh? Fine..."

Her stands up, and soon enough, you stand opposing your wife in a club ring. You take a breath, your eyes closing as you imagine the sight. Blood on your shirt, Heart in your hand... still beating.