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Dear pretty bird in a golden cage, I will take your place (2)

Yandere! Adam x Fem! Reader (Hazbin Hotel)

Chapter 1 ; Masterlist

Summary: After many years of hard work, Adam’s rock-star career finally takes off. As your marriage begins to crumble under the pressure, your patience finally snaps as you suffer through a miscarriage all alone, while he is on tour.

Adam cuts his tour short when you email him the divorce papers, but he brings something sinister home with him. A stalker who intercepted all of your phone calls and messages, who really would love to take your place.

It does not help that your husband shares the same possessive tendencies, ready to cut down any threat to your marriage. Even if that includes you.

Tags: Alternative Universe: Modern Setting. Porn with Plot (Fem! Receiving Oral Sex, P in V). Yandere Adam. Domestic Abuse (Physical and Emotional). Stalking. Obsessive + Possessive Behaviour. Miscarriage. Canon Typical Violence. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. (False) Accusations of Cheating.

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You couldn’t sleep, no matter how hard you tried. Whenever your eyes fluttered shut, you could feel a surge of panic grasp your heart. Your lower stomach would cramp, and all you could do was keep yourself from gasping.

Adam was peacefully snoring into the back of your head. His nose was buried in your hair, and his arms were tightly wrapped around your body. He had his knee wedged in between your thighs a while ago. This time, he really would make sure you could not escape.

All you could do was reach your arm out and get Adam’s phone from the nightstand. While you left your glasses in the bathroom and had to squint at the screen, you still could read without problems.

Adam’s passcode was embarrassingly easy. It was a pattern lock in the form of an ‘A’. How he didn’t get his phone hacked earlier is beyond you. Well, to Adam’s defence, this was a new phone. Right before the tour, he actually broke his phone, and he got a cheap new one as a temporary replacement. This meant that at least there were no incriminating pictures of you or Adam on there.

You scrolled through different apps mindlessly. Online, you could see how Lute was still staying in the city where their stop was. She was currently partying. While Adam had them all blocked a long time ago, you couldn’t help but look for his exes, who were now in a poly relationship with each other and Lucifer, spending their time in Europe.

Finally, you started to look through your private chat with your husband. Adam might have sent some suggestive pictures, but you didn’t. For once, you were happy that Adam had a clear preference for calling over texting. Whenever the fake contact would try to dirty talk, he would answer with a call. His calls were never picked up.

It was weird, seeing someone pretend to be you and succeed to such a high degree. You really would say that. It was hard to tell when you were replaced, and reading through the chat just distressed you more.

You felt the phone glide out of your hands, and you blinked in confusion at your empty hand. Adam brushed his lips against your ear as he scolded you with his raspy voice, “Stop driving yourself crazy, baby.”

With a sigh, you just buried yourself back into your pillow. Adam shifted behind you, and you could feel him brush your hair away from your neck. He pressed a kiss against the back of your neck, and you had to hold back a shudder. Adam continued, leaving a kiss on your shoulder, moving up till his nose brushed against your cheek.

He grabbed your face into his hands, squishing your cheeks together. A grin pulled on his lips, showing off his perfectly straight teeth. You just glared at Adam.

“Lemme sleep.” You mumbled out as well as you could. There was a part of you that wanted to give in, let Adam back in, but there was a fear holding you back. What if he isn’t there for you again while you are in any sort of distress?

“Naaaww, you look so cute though! My itty bitty wife!” Adam’s pupils were blown wide as he cooed down at you. He leaned his face down and started showering your face in kisses.

You squirmed against his grip, as you couldn’t help but giggle. “Stop! ‘m ticklish!”

Adam finally let you go with a soft chuckle. He decided to shove his head into your neck, letting his hands crawl up the skirt of your dress. His hand rested on your hip, brushing circles into the soft skin. You enjoyed the touch, not pushing his hands away even though you could.

“Marry me?” Adam mumbled into your skin.

“Bigamy is illegal.”

“Bi—” Adam pulled away to look at you in irritation. “Who else would I marry but you?”

You vaguely gestured to the phone. “Your other-wife.”

Adam rolled his eyes. “You are my only wife. Don’t piss me off.” His hand gave your hips a squeeze. “See? You are cranky because you didn’t sleep.”

“I am not cranky.” You hissed at Adam. When Adam just raised his eyebrow at you, you were quick to shove his hand out of your dress. “Fuck off.” Then, you turned away from Adam.

“What the fuck did I do?!” Annoyance was dripping off Adam’s words. With a huff, he dropped back on the mattress. “Fuck, actually—” He sat up and stared down on you.

“What do you want?” You pulled your blanket up to your head, trying to hide away.

Adam stopped you, completely tugging the blanket off of you. “Talk to me, baby. C’mon.”

You covered your face with your hands. “I really don’t want to talk. I want to be alone.”

Your husband frowned. “You have been alone enough, sweet thing.”

Adam was just that stubborn. You would not be able to get rid of him, no matter how hard you tried. “…Can you make that pulled beef barbecue meat I like so much?” But you could maybe send him on some side mission to keep him busy.

“Of course, baby. You want salad, too?” Adam took your hand into his, pressing a kiss against your knuckles.

You nodded at him. “Yes, please.”

Adam smiled. “We can go grocery shopping in a bit, then!” He did seem excited.

Wait, we? You hoped he could go alone and leave you be. Maybe you could quickly switch out all the locks— aaaaand Adam is already getting dressed, urging you to do the same. You cannot believe you got outplayed by a guy who hasn’t touched a book since high school.

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Adam loves anything domestic. He is just a huge sucker for married life. Which is why he was practically skipping down the aisle with a smile on his face. He was pushing the cart, carefully looking at different products.

You just decided to wander off as you always do. Somehow, to no fault of your own, you ended up in the candy aisle. You had two different gummies in your hand, trying to decide between the two. But, honestly, you can just get both.

While you usually have a strict budget, thanks to Adam’s rising career, your financial situation has drastically improved. So, you just shrugged your shoulders and started looking for Adam.

As you passed by a woman kneeling in front of a shelf, you couldn’t help but notice the perfume she was wearing. It was the scent you usually like to choose. You didn’t see her face, as her back was turned to you, which made you stop in your tracks to stare at her haircut, since it matched your own.

You shook your head and continued to look for Adam, who—as always—got stuck in the meat section. Dropping your candy into the cart, Adam was quick to wrap his arm around your waist. He pressed a kiss to your temple and asked you if you wanted anything else from the store, which you were quick to deny.

All you wanted to do was to flee, because all you could focus on was the eyes drilling themselves into your skin. You knew they were there, even if you could not pinpoint the exact location.

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This is the first summer that you did not have to work at summer school, so you could afford your mortgage. It felt nice to have all this free time. Especially with your husband by your side, even though you were currently still holding a grudge against him.

Adam stood by the grill with his tongs in hand. You sat on the swing Adam had built for your one-year anniversary, dipping your feet into the small pool you bought last year when the AC first broke.

You had your book in your lap, trying to focus on reading. Whenever you would look back up from the pages, Adam would be somewhere else. He had a terrible habit of drifting away, going after whatever caught his attention for the moment.

Currently, he was ripping out weeds from the vegetable fields. You might not have the greenest thumb, but you were still able to grow some things. The meat was sizzling on the grill, and the smell made your mouth water.

“Adam!” You called out to him. His head popped up behind the plants, and you simply nodded towards the grill.

“Shit.” Adam cursed under his breath, and with that, he made his way back to his original project.

Whenever you gently tried to tell Adam that he might have ADHD, he would act like you were crazy for even suggesting that. The man might not suffer from any physical health conditions, with a family history of exactly nothing, but clearly, mentally, something is amiss.

Your aching knees and scalp were proof of that.

Bruises were already starting to form on your knees. The shorts you were wearing clearly showed where the marble hit your skin and bone. Before you left the house, you could only brush your hair with tears in your eyes.

Whenever you came home from work, you would find the house in a messy state. Adam would have started 3 cleaning projects and 2 DIY repairs by the time you got back. Usually, you would just find him practicing with his beloved guitar, a look of shock on his face at the fact that you were home already. As if you didn’t come home at the same exact time every day.

He would greet you with a kiss and finally start cooking dinner. You miss those times. Sitting at the kitchen table and chatting about your day with Adam. You don’t know if you miss it enough to forgive him.

“Alright, baby, dinner is ready to be served!” Adam held the pot with all the grilled goods in his hands. A huge smile was on his face, and with the way he looked eager, you knew he wanted to be praised for a job well done.

You stood up, shaking your feet dry. “Thanks.” With that, you turned around and walked back into the house.

Adam unhappily grumbled as he stepped after you. While you dried off your feet, Adam was setting the table. Once you were finished, you sat down with a sigh.

Your plate was served, and you were happy to shove the food into your mouth. Adam joined you in eating. Dinner passed by quickly as you let Adam chatter away. You fear he loves nothing more than hearing his own voice.

While listening to Adam, you let your eyes drift to the window. It would be so easy to look into your home. You only had a ground floor, giving anyone easy access. It reminds you of an aquarium, where visitors would knock against the glass.

You forced yourself to look away. There is no use in worrying about something you have no proof of. Still, you make a mental note to keep your blinds shut.

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The next day, you decided to face your fears. So, carefully, you stepped into your old bedroom. Adam was already inside, scratching his head as he contemplates on what he should do with the bed.

“You need the whole thing gone? Or, is it fine if I throw out just the mattress?” He asked you, turning to you.

You dragged a hand over your face. “I don’t know. I like the bed.” Adam built the whole thing himself, so you would like to keep it. He made it all pretty, making sure you liked every single detail.

“I can build a new one.” He just shrugged his shoulders. “Let’s throw out the mattress first, then we can see if you can sleep in here.”

All you could do was nod in agreement, as your stomach churned uncomfortably.

Genuinely, you did not enjoy being in this room, but you were starting to annoy yourself. You are an adult, you can’t avoid a whole ass room in your house—which you pay for!—just because you feel uncomfortable.

You watched as Adam picked up the stained mattress without breaking a sweat. He was going to dispose of it and come back with a new one. Like a clean slate. Adam left the room, and he only knocked over a few things on his way to the car.

You flexed your fingers as you went to the bedside table and started to clean up the knicknacks the mattress threw on the ground. Carefully, you picked up the old blister of birth control pills. At this point, you haven’t bothered taking them in a while. Thanks to changing the brand, you got pregnant in the short window of fertility.

With a huff, you pulled open the drawer and threw the pills in there. You slammed the door shut and cleaned up the rest of your things. Adam left a trail of chaos behind him, which you were responsible for cleaning up.

Once you were finished, you joined Adam in the car. He was on his phone, looking at where you could dispose of the mattress and buy a new one on the same day. He still wouldn’t let you be at home by yourself, choosing instead to take you with him everywhere like a glorified lap dog.

You were glad when you came home with a new mattress. For a moment, Adam feared you two would have to keep sleeping in the too-small bed again and wait for the delivery time. Thankfully, you did get a nice new mattress that fits perfectly.

Even though you were able to go through your bedtime routine with no issues (you even moved some stuff back in!), when it actually came to lying down in your bed, you were seemingly stuck in place. Adam was currently in your attached bathroom, brushing his teeth.

So, you can’t lie down on your usual side in bed, but what keeps you from just stealing Adam’s? He hasn’t been home in so long, he basically has no claim for it anymore anyway! Also, he probably won’t care where you lie down, as long as you actually sleep in your marital bed.

You swapped out the pillows and blankets and finally lay down in your bed again. Even though you were all curled up under your blankets, you couldn’t help but wait for the other shoe to drop. You felt like you were going to get cramps again, or like someone was going to burst through the window—

“You like that side better, babe?” Adam stood in the doorframe, a soft smile on his face.

“Yup. Stealing from you in broad daylight.” You joked as you twisted the sheets under the blanket to keep yourself grounded.

Adam crawled into bed with you, wrapping his arm around you to pull you onto his plush chest. His heart beat drummed into your ear, the relaxing rhythm made your eyes flutter shut.

“Sleep well, wife.” Adam petted your back as you drifted off to sleep.

You kept waking up through the night. Your sleep was restless, with different short-lived nightmares waking you up. In the end, you woke up because you felt like someone was watching you. When you turned on the bedside lamp, you couldn’t see anything that could be watching you.

Adam was fast asleep, his mouth open as he snored. You stretched out your legs as you yawned. He rarely had a problem with sleeping; he gets knocked out easily, and if nobody stops him, he would sleep for 13 hours straight.

All you could do was stare at Adam. You narrowed your eyes at his peaceful face, feeling envious that he could sleep with no problems. He wasn’t plagued by anything; his conscienceness always clean.

Before your tired brain could catch up, you shoved your finger into Adam’s open mouth. You pressed against his teeth, then his tongue, and finally, Adam woke up with an irritated cough. He slapped your hand out of his mouth and rubbed his hand against his eyes.

“ ‘m gonna bite your fucking finger off next time.” He weakly threatened you. His eyes fell shut again, deeply inhaling as he was close to falling back asleep. You held Adam’s nose shut, and his eyes snapped open to glare at you. He rolled over, squishing you under his weight as you yelped. “Can’t sleep, huh?” He mumbled into your ear.

“Adam! You are hurting my stomach!” You whined out.

Adam quickly got off of you, lying on his side as he looked at your face. His hand landed on your hips, rubbing soothing circles into the skin. You could feel his fingers glide down, teasing the waistband of your panties. “You wanna know something fun we could do?”

You tensed under his touch. There was no secret that Adam had a much higher sex drive than you. While it was usually no problem, now that you haven’t seen each other in a while, your sex drive is currently nonexistent, and with his hands on you, you just wanted to get this man out of your bed.

Before you could answer to reject him, Adam spoke up. “We should build a pillow fort. You know, like we used to?”

A smile lights up your face at the suggestion. “Yes! Oh, we haven’t done that in soooo long!”

“Fuck yeah, baby! Alright, lemme grab the blankets from the closet!” Adam was eager, getting out of bed to get the blankets.

You quickly sat up in bed and started pushing all the blankets and pillows onto a pile. Adam joined in and threw the extra things he found on there. Both of you went to work and started to build your pillow fort. For once, you and Adam worked together on something without fighting.

Both of you sat under a ceiling of blankets while you were sitting in your husband’s lap. You had your face pressed against his neck. Adam’s hands were under your nightgown, gliding up from your knees to your thighs, finally resting on your ass.

“You are so damn soft.” Adam murred into the warm air, giving your ass a pinch.

You squirmed in his lap, “Shut up. As if you are any better.” You squeezed his soft stomach.

Adam chuckled, just to flex his arm, showing off his muscles. “Nah, look at these guns.”

You smiled at Adam. “Alright, handsome. You got the muscles and the plush.”

“All for you, baby.” Adam brushed strands of hair away from your face. “I am all yours.”

“I have really missed you, Adam.” You nuzzled against Adam’s stubbly chin. And even quieter, you added, “I really needed you.”

“I know, sweet thing. I am here now.” Adam reassured you.

Sure, he is here now, but he cannot stay away from the tour forever. He has been home for two days now, and one concert has already been cancelled. The band claimed a family emergency for Adam, which wasn’t wrong, but still. He has to go back soon. You were so not excited for that.

There was no use in pouting about Adam’s work. Music was his life’s work. Literally. After his short-lived service in the Military, he put all his time, energy, and money into music. He was really lucky that it worked out as well as it did. For years, they were more of a local band with a local following, but now, they have gone global.

You looked up at Adam, watching him watching you. His pupils were blown wide as his eyes traced over the curves of your face. Your hand reached out to cradle Adam’s face, your thumb brushing over his skin.

Adam’s hand enveloped your own as he nuzzled into your palm. Your eyes flickered to Adam’s lips, and finally, you let your body give in to the desire to kiss your husband. Your lips fit against Adam’s like a puzzle piece, and it was easy to lean into him.

His hands grasped your face as his lips moved against your own. You wrapped your arms around Adam’s neck to pull him closer; both of your chests were pressed against each other. Adam happily groaned into your mouth.

You let your hands wander down Adam’s back, letting your nails scratch against his olive skin. Adam pressed his tongue against your lips, and you eagerly let him in. Your tongues entangle each other in a long-overdue greeting.

Adam shifted under you, and he disconnected the kiss, making you whine in protest. His nose brushed against your cheek as Adam gasped out, “Alright, baby, maybe don’t start something you can’t finish.”

You could feel his cock stir to live under you. He was already half hard, pressing against your clothed cunt. You let your fingers tangle into the back of Adam’s head, tugging harshly at the hair. Adam moaned into the stuffy air, his cock twitching under you.

“Adam, I really, really missed you. If you keep making me fuck myself with my own fingers, I will never be able to forgive you.” You playfully pouted at Adam, whose eyes widened.

Adam was quick to flip you around, causing the pillows and blankets to come crashing down on you both. You giggled while pushing the heavy fabric off of you, spreading your legs to let Adam crawl in between them.

He pushed your nightgown up, helping you take it off. All you were left in were your panties, as the air nipped on your skin. “Hey, pretty baby, you single?” Adam smiled at you. “You have to say ‘no’ or else my feelings will get hurt.” He quickly added in.

You threw your head back to laugh at Adam’s antiques. “I am married.” You smile at him, “And my husband is very handsome and strong.”

“Babe, c’mon, you have to fight off guys with much more passion. Tell ‘em I am crazy and kill people.” Adam’s hands were on your hips, gliding up to your waist till they wrapped around your tits.

You sharply inhaled when you felt Adam pinch your nipples. He shifted around, shadowing your figure with his much bigger one. Adam kissed you again, his tongue impatiently pressing against your lips. You didn’t hesitate to let him in.

Adam continued to grope your body, from your tits to your hips to your thighs; no body part was spared. You enjoyed the affection of it all. Adam always knew how to make you feel good and how to drag orgasms out of you. Otherwise, you would’ve kicked him out a long time ago.

You gasped as Adam left marks on your neck and chest. His bites were soft but still sure to leave bruises. He licked down the valley of your breasts, moving down to your stomach and coming to a stop before your panties.

While his fingers hooked them into your waistband, he looked up to you from in between your thighs. “You wanna stop, baby? Go sleep for the night?”

“I am a big girl, Adam. I think I can decide when I want to get fucked by my husband just fine.” You threw your leg over Adam’s shoulder and pressed your foot into his back, forcing his face closer to your pussy. “Get to work.”

Adam smiled at your words, finally taking off your underwear. He was practically salivating at the sight of your bare pussy, spreading your lips apart before he delved in. His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking gently on the sensitive nub.

You arched your back at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. Lust settled in your lower stomach, as hot and heavy as lava. You tangled your fingers into his hair, pulling on the thick strands. Adam groaned into your pussy.

His tongue swiped over your entrance, dipping into you. You squeezed your thighs around Adam’s head, while he continued to eat you out. His hands squeezed your thighs as the tip of his tongue licked over your clit.

You could feel Adam’s finger press against your core, slowly entering you. Adam gently pumpled his finger in and out of you, curling his finger up. You moaned into the air, your hips rolling into his face.

You felt your orgasm approach you at a rapid speed. Adam didn’t let up on pleasing you, knowing which spots to hit. He pushed another finger into you, pumping them in and out at a rapid speed.

“I am close!” You whined out, as you felt your toes curl. With a sob, you came around Adam’s fingers, throwing your head back. You ride out your orgasm with Adam’s help.

Adam came up from in between your legs, his lower face glistening. You reached your hands out to tug on Adam’s boxer shorts, “Take ‘em off.” You felt breathless.

His dick was twitching, and you could see a huge, wet stain. “Shit, you made me come inside my damn underwear.” Adam groaned, “Fucking waste of a load, should’ve come inside your sweet pussy.”

“Oh, yeah? I am ready, Adam.” You made a come-hither motion with your finger.

As fast as he could, he settled in between your spread thighs. Adam took off his underwear, showing off his hard, fat cock. His hand was wrapped around his thick length, sliding his tip up and down your pussy.

Finally, he pressed his cock into your entrance. Your mouth fell open at the stretch. You haven’t been with Adam for a good bit now, and it feels like when you had sex for the first time with him.

Adam slowly rolled his hips into yours, his eyes kept flickering to your face to gauge your reactions. His thumb massaged circles into your clit to ease the stretch. It was easy to relax in Adam’s care, especially with the way he looks at you like you personally hung the sun in the sky.

He leaned down, resting his weight on his arm while he hovered over you. Your legs were wrapped around his hips, pulling him in closer. Adam craned his neck down to kiss you. You let your hands wander over his body while your tongues danced.

Adam’s pelvis was flush with yours. You could feel his tip pulse against your cervix. Adam buried his face into your neck, “I am finally home, baby.” He practically whined out, “Stop clenching, you will make me come again.”

“Can’t control it—you’re too big.” You moaned, “You have ruined me for any other man.” Being with Adam has turned you into a size queen against your will.

Adam pulled out of you, just to slam his cock back into you. You gasped, grasping Adam’s shoulders in your hands to ground yourself. Your nails dug into his skin. “Yeah, baby, I molded this pussy to fit me perfectly.” Adam increased the pressure against your clit, making your back arch. “You are all mine.”

You choked out Adam’s name as you squeezed your eyes shut. He increased his abuse against your cunt, slamming into you repeatedly. You left deep scratches all over his back and shoulders.

Adam said something you couldn’t quite make out. He roughly grasped your face in his hand, squeezing your cheeks. “Say it, baby. Say you are mine.”

You wrapped your hand around Adam’s thick wrist. “All yours, love.” You reassured him.

“Promise to me you won’t leave.” There was a fire in Adam’s eyes.

You furrowed your brows, having a hard time focusing on anything serious with the way Adam was abusing your pussy. “Adam—”

He interrupted you, his hold on you tightening and bordering on painful. “Fucking promise!” Adam hissed at you.

“Hm, I promise—” Your words were swallowed up by your orgasm crashing over you. You could feel yourself clench around Adam’s cock as you came. Moving your head around, you bit down on Adam’s hand.

Adam moaned, not even trying to get you to stop biting. With a few more sloppy thrusts, Adam ended up coming inside of you. He kept his softening cock buried inside of you as he slumped back on the mattress.

Both of you were on your sides, facing each other. Adam pulled you into his embrace as close as he could. You had your arms wrapped around Adam’s warm, sweaty body. You could feel your eyelids fall shut against your will.

Adam nuzzled his face into the top of your head. “Go sleep, baby.”

You mumbled some nonsense into Adam’s chest before finally drifting off to sleep.

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“I just think it would be a waste of fucking money!” Adam’s hands were widely flailing around while you discussed his return to the tour.

“Well, I think more security is what you need—” You stopped yourself. “I don’t even care anymore. Go ahead, get stalked and harassed. Let someone take over your phone and cause a divorce between us.”

Adam visibly reacted to the word divorce. “I changed my password. What else could happen?”

“You changed it to your birthday.” You deadpanned at your husband.

Adam glared at you. “I will change it fucking again! Going to make it our anniversary.” As if that date was some well-kept secret.

“What if there is some spy app on your phone? A Trojan? What if we are being listened to right now?” You drummed your fingers against the kitchen table.

Adam smiled at you, like you were overdramatic and stupid. “Baby.” He cooed at you. “Do you hear yourself?”

“I am being serious! Don’t act all condescending.” You hissed at him. “This could be really dangerous. We both could be in danger.”

Adam easily waved you off. “Babe, it’s probably just a woman. What damage can a woman do? Honestly.”

He really makes you want to rip your hair out. What damage can a woman do? How about her killing you both? That would surely teach him a lesson. “Don’t piss me off.”

“What? What did I say?” Adam seemed genuinely confused about why you could be irritated with him.

He would leave tomorrow, ready to continue his tour. You knew he was excited; he loved music and the attention. And you were happy that he was happy.

“You can always join me, baby.” Adam gently suggested.

You pressed your lips together. “I don’t know. I don’t really want to.” You hate not sleeping in your own bed, you do not like traveling, you get overstimulated quickly by loud music and flashing lights, and you hate meeting new people. Adam knew all that, which is why you decided to stay home. “I will probably just visit my parents. They got a new cat.”

“That’s nice, baby.” Adam grasped your hand into his, pressing a kiss against your palm. “You know you can always join me, right? I love having my favourite fan around.”

You smiled at him. “I am so old, I might even be one of your first-ever fans.”

“I am the luckiest man alive. My most loyal and devoted fan turned out to be my soulmate.” Adam’s eyes softened when looking at you.

You felt yourself get flustered at his words. “Shut up.” Shifting in your chair, all you could do was sigh. “Just stay safe and text me?”

Adam nodded in agreement. “I will call you. Three times a day.”

“Okay, don’t overdo it—”

“Five times a day?” Adam had a mischievous grin on his face. “How about we just call 24/7, yeah? I would really like that.”

“Hate that, actually.” You rolled your eyes at him with a smile.

“Why?!” Adam was offended. “That is what married life is all about.”

“I really doubt that.” You looked outside your window and saw that the sun was slowly starting to set. “You still need to pack your bag.”

“Haven’t I packed that shit already?” Adam looked to you for an answer.

“You got, like, halfway done, and then you searched for your sunglasses and somehow ended up sorting out the wardrobe at the entrance.”

Adam put his head into his hands, groaning dramatically. “Fuuck me. If you see me wandering again, feel free to beat my ass.” He got up from his chair, pressed a kiss against your lips, and walked back to the bedroom to finally pack his bags.

You chuckled at that and made your way to the living room. Throwing yourself onto the couch, you decided to just scroll on your phone. Sometimes you would see Adam get distracted, and you would easily redirect him back to his packing.

Just as you saved some classroom decoration inspiration to a folder, you noticed that you got some messages on Instagram. Most of the messages were from your friends. Just funny videos they shared with you.

Oh, you actually had a message request from a stranger? It happens sometimes that Adam’s fans like to text you or request to follow you. Adam doesn’t post you half as much as he would like to, mostly because you don’t like to be in the public eye. It wasn’t a secret that Adam was married, and once in a while, you let him make a post about you, which is how his fans usually find you.

There was no message, just a picture. It was blurred, and your curiosity got the best of you. Adam finally finished packing and brought his bags down to set them down in front of the front door. Your eyes looked from Adam back to your phone screen.

The picture made you feel sick. A flash of vertigo passed you by, and for a moment, you were sure you were going to pass out. The picture showed Adam, a girl you did not recognise, on his lap, and they were kissing.

Tears burned your eyes, but you forced yourself to blink them away. You couldn’t look at the picture for more than a second, so you quickly turned off your phone. You took in a deep breath to keep yourself from completely freaking out.

“Hey, you sure you don’t want to put the bags outside?” You got up from the couch, walking to the door. You hoped Adam could not hear the wave in your voice.

Adam furrowed his brows. “Outside?”

“Yeah, I have to show you something anyway.” You dug your nails into your palm.

“Sure, babe.” Adam opened the door and actually put his bags outside. “What is it?”

You fished out the car keys from the little bowl you keep by the door. “I don’t ever want to see your traitorous face ever again!” You couldn’t keep yourself under control, screeching the words out.

Adam was obviously taken aback; mostly, he was just confused. “What the fuck?! If you don’t want me to go back on tour, just fucking say that—”

“Oh, you would love that, wouldn’t you? Go back on tour? Have your little affairs?” You unlocked your phone with one hand and showed the picture to Adam.

Adam squinted his eyes at your phone, “Wha—what in the—baby, that is not real. You have to fucking believe me—”

He took steps towards the door, but you just threw the car keys into his face to stop him. It was enough of a distraction for you to quickly shut and lock the door. The door shook under Adam’s strength as he tugged on the handle and started to drum his fists against the wood.

“Fuck off before I call the police!” You threatened him as you wiped away your flowing tears.

“Don’t make me break down this goddamn door!” Adam’s voice was pleading, anger bleeding into it. “I would never do that to you!” He was now pleading, sounding defeated. “Please, baby, you know me.”

“Yeah, I know you as the guy who tried to descalp me and was close to beating me. Go away before I seriously call the police.” You let yourself sob into your hands now. “You can keep the car. Go on your tour. Just leave me alone.”

With that, you walked back into the hallway. All you could do was drag yourself to your office and crash into your bed. You regret letting Adam sleep here, because now even these sheets smell like him.

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