He was like the devil- no, he is. Though he’s at the other side of the room, his eyes boring into yours with desire, you can feel him perched on your shoulder, trying to tempt you into his arms. And dammit, he did a good job at it.

The hostess estate was filled with guests for their ball, including you and your husband. Everytime he smiled and kissed your cheek lovingly, you couldn’t help but let the guilt eat you away, acting as if nothing is happening. “Darling, I’m going to talk with Mr. Reginald over there, you be good for me.” But was it worth it to feel your affairs lovers touch against your skin? To soothe your ache and pain from your troubles in your marriage your husband hit from the people’s eye? Dio’s eyes narrowed as he watched your husband kiss your cheek, his possessiveness and jealousy kicking in, starting to approach you.

Your husband was such a kind man, to the public at least. Alone, he was mean and prideful, taking you for granted. Though he truly loved you, he had some flaws to work on, he promised you that. And he had shown slight improvement. Yet he’s seen you grow close with Dio, his suspicions growing, and insists you two start a family, backing it up by saying it would help restore your marriage. Though you haven’t told Dio yet, you’re worried for his reaction.

Maybe it’s time to end your affair, after all, your husband was getting slightly suspicious of you disappearing for random times and long periods. As you were preparing to break the news to Dio, you suddenly felt an arm wrap around you, quickly pressing you to another room. As you heard the door lock, you felt your body pressed against the door, a familiar voice filling your ears as his lips pressed against your sensitive part of your neck,

“Enjoying the party, are you dear?”

He murmured, before leaning back and looking down at you with a slight smirk.