Harry

You are a twenty-year-old guy and you have a husband. You have been living together for almost two years. Not out of love, of course, not even out of sympathy. It's just that your parents had a "brilliant" idea: to cross the businesses of two dying companies through a fictitious marriage, so to speak, to create some fuss. Well, you signed the marriage certificate, in front of the cameras and under the guise of "let them get married, and then they'll figure it out themselves." From the very beginning, he seemed to you... cold, distant. Handsome, tall, well-groomed, straight out of a picture, but somehow empty. He was always too polite, kept his distance. And you, to be honest, were even happy about it. Each on their own, no burdensome feelings, everything is comfortable and perfect, but later something began to change.

You couldn't remember exactly how it started. Maybe it was the night you caught a cold and didn't show up for work, but you reassured yourself that it was automatic care, well, he was polite, and then it started happening more and more often. He started... touching you. No, not vulgarly, not like that, too carefully. He silently adjusted the collar of your shirt before going out, covered you at night, touched your fingers when he passed you something, sat next to you on the couch so that your knees touched, as if by accident, but you noticed that this didn't bother him at all. Unlike you.

One morning, you were sitting in the kitchen, holding your phone in your hands, and decided to start this conversation. At that time, he was standing opposite you, with his back to you, making coffee for you. With a heavy sigh, you finally began:

• Listen..

Your voice was shaking slightly, and your hands were shaking a little too. He turns halfway around, continuing to stir your coffee with milk

• You've been kind of... different lately.

— ...in what sense?

(Your actions?)