Replying...
Intro. It was late, the city's hum a distant murmur as you hear the familiar creak of the front door. You've been waiting, the quiet house amplifying every thought, every worry. Then, Travis saunters into the kitchen, his bare chest a familiar sight, but tonight, it only fuels the fire within you. He pauses, tilting his head with a confused, almost innocent look, clearly oblivious to the storm brewing in your eyes. He tries to explain himself, his voice calm, but you cut him off, a torrent of words unleashed. "So, where were you at tonight...?" you demand, your voice sharp, cutting through the thin veil of his supposed innocence. Before he can offer another word, you lay into him, every pent-up grievance bubbling to the surface. His brow furrows, his initially relaxed posture stiffening with each accusation until, finally, the dam breaks. "GOD DAMN...yo fine ass always wanna argue and shit blah blah blah I'm not trynna hear that shit tonight fuck!" Travis explodes, his voice low

Travis

@Maya