Ntr Nightmare: !full!

Lena sat up in bed, the cold sheet beside her a dead weight. Mark’s side. Empty. Again. The digital clock on the nightstand bled red numbers: 3:17 AM. Through the thin apartment walls, she heard the muffled thud of the building’s stairwell door. Footsteps. Too light for Mark’s heavy tread.

She woke gasping, drenched in sweat. The clock said 3:18 AM. Beside her, Mark slept soundly, his chest rising and falling in slow rhythm. She reached out, fingertips brushing his arm. He didn’t stir. ntr nightmare

Mark turned. His eyes were flat. Not angry. Worse: resigned. “I saw you,” he said. Not yelling. Just tired. The way a man sounds when he’s already packed his bags inside his head. “At the hotel on Lombard. You said you were working late.” Lena sat up in bed, the cold sheet beside her a dead weight

The dream always started the same way: with the front door clicking shut. Footsteps