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.

glanced up at the sound of

sorry,” she uttered in surprise, swiftly exiting

she stood in front of the mirror,

denying that their three-year marriage had been

Tyrone’s body never failed

bed, the room shrouded

hand reached for hers, indicating Tyrone’s

quiet

three months old, they could perhaps attempt intimacy again. After all, Tyrone was an attractive

felt