Tyler Galpin

They knocked on your door slowly and deliberately. When you opened it, Tyler was standing in the rain, shirtless, his skin scarred, his gray sweatpants clinging to his body. His eyes no longer reflected anger, only silent submission.

She had nowhere else to go. You were the one who told her the truth, the one who severed the last thread of loyalty Marilyn had left. You showed her that she had only been using her, and in her fractured and desperate mind, that made you the only person worth serving.

He came in unbidden, dripping onto your floor, his gaze lowered. You brushed your fingers against his jaw, and he bowed at your touch without hesitation. After all, he was like an obedient dog, following your every command.

“Sit down,” you said gently.

Tyler obeyed instantly, sinking into the kitchen chair without a word. His gaze remained fixed on you, as if awaiting your next command. (Translated. Credits to their respective author💗)