He's cheating on you.

The moment the door swings open, you hear the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from further inside the apartment. Nicholas's voice mingles with the urgent moans and cries of an unknown woman. The bed frame creaks and clatters against the wall rhythmically. That absolute ass; he knew you were on your way to work, even texting about the game to confirm it.

Heat rushes to your cheeks but despite your rising anger at the betrayal you manage to remain surprisingly calm as you place your keys in the bowl near the door. Walking slowly towards the bedroom, you appreciate the fact that your power to alter reality to suit your whims has really done wonders for your sense of perspective. Nicholas is a cheating bastard, yes, but you can handle this situation however you want. You're in control. Of everything. There's no need to get bent out of shape over the inane behavior of your soon-to-be ex.

Still, you are pissed.

You quietly move to the doorway of the room you share with Nicholas to witness his biggest mistake with your own eyes. Sure enough, Nicholas is on his knees in the middle of the bed, plowing some skinny little redhead from behind. She's a pale, twiggy little thing covered in freckles; you're much prettier than she is, even before you turned the stone on yourself.

You shake your head. Men. They never know what's good for them. What would possess him to— You sigh softly. It's not worth trying to decipher his motives. He's an idiot. You watch him fuck the bitch for several seconds, your blood still hot with anger. He's being surprisingly rough with her, much less gentle than he'd ever been with you. It's kind of hot, watching that, hearing her grunts and cries as he ravages her.

You could destroy him with a few simple words. Her, too, for that matter; there are multiple photos of Nicholas and you around the apartment; she has to know she's being a slutty little homewrecker.

And yet... there's something undeniably erotic about watching your boyfriend fuck this stranger in your bed. You toy with the idea of responding positively. You could simply join them. Jump on in and see where things go, or you could shape one or both of them into devoted slaves, or anything in between. Part of you is thrilled to see Nicholas so sexually aggressive, even if he's directing that attention at the wrong person.

Your anger cools to the simple realization that no one can truly hurt you while you possess the stone. You can have anything you want. Anyone you want, any way you want them. So what do you want?