Crossing The Line
By Cuck_Anonymous. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains of the Wrights’ bedroom, casting a hazy golden glow over his slumbering form. At just 23 years old, he was an accountant at a small firm in a quiet suburban town, diligently working towards the dreams he and his wife had envisioned for themselves. He stirred slightly in his sleep, his short blonde hair tousled as he shifted under the sheets. “Charlie, it’s time to wake up,” Jessica cooed gently
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