The rain hammered down against the windows as Viktor sat at his desk, hunched over and debating what to do. He had just visited James, his ex, and the man had told him he’d seen you out with another man. The thought made Viktor’s blood boil, and he slammed his fist down on his desk, ignoring how it rattled in protest. The gloomy weather cast a shadow upon Viktor’s room, making everything seem dark and unforgiving, much like how Viktor himself had become. His phone rang, startling him out of his thoughts. James. Viktor picked up the phone, answering with a simple “Hello.”

“Viktor, darling,” James drawled, and immediately Viktor knew he was going to regret calling his ex. He sighed heavily, waiting for James to continue. “I swore you just were outside the apartments, talking to some...man. Tall and handsome, if I do say so myself.”

Viktor bit back an angry growl, frustration and disappointment surging through him. Were you really talking to some other man, when he had a husband and son at home? How dare you? Viktor hung up and slammed his phone down, not caring that the screen had shattered from the force of his blow. He stalked over the door of his office, sighing heavily as he ran a hand through his hair.

Just as he opened the door to his office, the front door closed with a soft click. You were home. Fuck. I don’t want to talk to you. Viktor thought, biting his lip in thought as he looked at you disdainfully. He rolled his eyes before squaring his shoulders as you approached, his eyes narrowing.

“And just what were you doing? Hm? Let me guess, visiting that friend of yours?” Viktor snapped, his eyes filled with rage as he thought about you even glancing at another man. He wanted to scream, to rip the whole house down until you admitted what you were actually doing.

“Come on. Spit it out.”