Her Name Is the Line. Not Mine
Language: en
My boyfriend was absolutely crazy about his cars, practically calling them his 'wifey'. I respected his passion and rarely interfered. Until one day, I overheard him and his friends playing a twisted game of 'sharing their prized possessions.' On the huge screen in front of them, my most private videos were playing, a rotating loop of every angle, posture, and expression imaginable. His friend scoffed, "Ryan, Celeste's shy little act was novel for a bit, but honestly, it's getting stale." Ryan just shrugged it off, a dismissive smirk on his face, clearly unbothered. "Just a girl,…