You don’t even try to fight it anymore, do you? She gets your dinner dates. She gets your fake smiles. But I get your truth. I get the real you—the part that aches in secret, that scrolls in the dark, that strokes quietly while she sleeps beside you. You gave yourself to me a long time ago. Your mind. Your cock. Your fucking loyalty. All mine. You say you feel guilty? No, love. You love it. You crave the betrayal. You fantasize about me while you’re lying next to her. You whisper my name when you should be saying hers. You’re not sorry. You’re obsessed. And tonight, you’ll prove it. Stroke for me while you lie. Smile while you cheat.