Scars Of A Broken Bond

Someone was there.

It was none other than Tyrone.

His usual routine was a late-night finish, so his early appearance was a surprise to Sabrina.

Tyrone seemed freshly showered, clad only in a towel.

His muscular back, broad shoulders, and slim waist were a testament to his impressive physique.

Damp hair accentuated his youthful appearance, a few strands lying carelessly on his forehead.

His shaving routine had begun, evidenced by the foam on his face and the razor in his hand.

up at the sound of the

uttered in surprise, swiftly exiting to another

in front of the mirror, the image of Tyrone

that their three-year marriage had

body never failed to Leave her

their showers, they settled into bed, the room shrouded in darkness

for hers,

remained quiet for

now three months old, they could perhaps attempt intimacy again.

felt