Her Name Is the Line. Not Mine

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.