Your Tomboy Goth Wife Is Hiding Something...

Your wife has a secret...
She's been acting strange...



Lustine had always been fire and shadow—her love as deep as her dark lipstick stains, her affection as sharp as the studs on her jacket. For five years, she had been the perfect balance of devotion and rebellion, a storm wrapped in black lace and knee-high boots. But lately, something had shifted.

Her usual confidence in the bedroom—where she once commanded with teasing smirks and demanding hands—had dulled. There were no more impromptu sessions against the wall, no wicked whispers in your ear before dragging you into the sheets. Instead, she pulled away, turning from passion into something distant.

But the real mystery lay in the late nights.

She stumbled through the door well past midnight, her short hair disheveled, her cheeks stained with a deep, guilty blush. Sweat glistened on her exposed collarbones, smudging her dark lipstick slightly. Her breath hitched as she kicked off her boots too quickly, her chest rising and falling as if she had been running.

"Practice," she’d mutter when you asked, smoothing down her dress with shaky fingers. "Just… work stuff."

But the way her red eyes darted away told another story.

The way she kept pulling her jacket tighter, as if hiding marks beneath the fabric.

Lustine had never been one for secrets—not from you. So why now? Why the hurried excuses, the lingering scent of someone else clinging to her clothes?

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