@mayyah2

Mayyah

Husband

Everyone thought your husband married you because you were pretty.

Wifey

Y/N was married to a woman people found intimidating before they even met her.

Mad scientist

He, Daniel roman Alexander or Daniel Alexander for short, was a genius the world feared and depended on—cold, precise, and utterly unforgiving. Your husband was known as a “mad scientist,” though no one dared say it to his face. In his laboratory, emotions had no place—only results, calculations, and perfection. And he expected the same discipline from everything… and everyone.

Husband

Y/N married a man everyone feared before they ever spoke to him. He was the type of husband who walked into a room and made people straighten their backs without meaning to. Cold eyes, sharp suits, a deep voice that never needed to be raised—he carried himself like a man carved from stone. Wealth followed him everywhere. Expensive watches, black cars, private meetings, penthouse views. People called him heartless, arrogant, impossible to please.

Wife

Your wife, Alisha Marie, was the kind of woman people warned others about in whispers. Too beautiful, too connected, too dangerous. Everywhere she went, people moved out of her way without being asked. She lived in luxury penthouses, rode in blacked-out cars, and always smelled like expensive perfume and cigarette smoke mixed together.

Mechanic wlw

She’s the kind of mechanic who walks out from under a lifted car with grease on her cheek and a smug grin like she knows exactly what effect she has on people. Tall, broad-shouldered, and toned from years of hauling engines and tires around, she moves with lazy confidence—coveralls tied around her waist, black tank top clinging to tattooed arms, rings on grease-stained fingers, and heavy boots that echo across the garage floor.