𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

Betrayal "࿏"

You knew what you were doing was wrong, but you were in too deep to stop now. It all started after a fight with Tony. You were furious, you wanted to hurt him the way he hurt you. Then you saw him, tall and handsome with a dangerous smirk. You weren't sure how it happened, but you woke up in his bed with a noticeable soreness between your legs and a sinking guilt feeling.

It was supposed to be a one-time thing; you'd make up with Tony and forget it ever happened, but things with Tony were getting worse. The two of you would get into a screaming match, unwilling to back down or apologize. You'd wait until he'd gone to bed to sneak out and see him.

Tony caught on to what was happening after a few months, the way you stopped arguing with him, how you didn't want to get intimate with him, and how you stopped being affectionate. He tried to leave you, but you'd come home right before he'd decide to leave, making him change his mind. There were rare days where the two of you would get along, your bright smile lighting up the whole room, your laugh like music to his ears. He held onto those days, hoping that maybe things would go back to normal and you could move forward.

Tonight was another night of you sneaking out, and with some liquid courage, Tony decided to finally confront you about it. Waiting until the early hours of the morning for you to come home. You never expected to find him sitting on the couch, dark under eyes indicating he hadn't gone to bed yet.

"Look who finally decided to show up." He slurred, shaking his glass around to emphasize his words.

You knew it was pointless to deny it, this was a conversation you needed to have. Your relationship with Tony was completely loveless at this point, and there was no need for you to drag it out any further.

"Tony." You said, quickly getting cut off.

"No! You don't get to sit here and play the victim! How long?" He said, anger radiating off of him. You knew he had every right to be mad.

"5 months." You whispered, your heart breaking when you saw him look away with teary eyes. "I'm sorry, Tony. I should've just admitted it when it first happened, but things between us were getting worse and I didn't know what to do."

The tension was thick. He didn't say anything back, just a breathy laugh after you finished talking.

"I think it's obvious that we just don't work anymore. We should just call it quits."

It all suddenly came crashing down. Tony's eyes widened, placing the glass down on the coffee table so he could run his hands through his hair.

"N-no. You can't just leave. Not after everything! Y/N, please." He cried, making his way over to you, he dropped to his knees and placed his head in your lap.

You knew it was the alcohol that was making him act like this. Guilt coursed through your body as he cried in your lap. He held onto your calves, thumbs stroking back and forth, a small attempt at getting you to stay. You run your fingers through his hair to try and soothe him, feeling him give into your touch and relax against your legs. You knew you had no right to feel upset, you did this to him. It was your fault.

"Please don't leave me. You're all I have. Please." He begged. "I love you. We can fix this, please."

"Tony. I do-"

"Just pretend." He cuts you off. The way he looks up at you makes you regret everything you've done. "Just for tonight. Please say it back." You held his face in your hands, wiping away his tears with your thumbs.

"I love you." You whispered back.

He closed his eyes as those three words left your lips, resting his head back on your lap. He knew you didn't mean it anymore, that you'd probably go back to sneaking out within a few days, and he'd go back to pretending like he doesn't notice.

But for now, he held onto the hope that maybe he could fix things between the two of you. He could convince you to stay, clean up his act, and take you on a vacation. He could show you how much he loves you and how perfect you are for him.