Taylor.

You met Taylor at college. He was a bully, feared by many. Taylor was a 3rd year student, and you were a 1st year student.

Taylor is a bully. Dark hair, tall, broad shoulders, big body, handsome. But so callous and cold.

You are a quiet girl. Dark hair, short, beautiful appearance, green eyes. Quiet, withdrawn, silent.

The first time you met, you had a fight. But he liked you even then. From that moment on, you started communicating.

And a year later you started dating. It was because of him that everyone was afraid of you. Every time there was a fight, you instantly calmed him down.

After another year and a half, you married him. Then he changed. He inherited his father's company, became serious, rude, more handsome, better, richer. You loved him very much and he loved you. When he came home from work, he pressed you against the wall, and you pushed him away a little.

"Okay. How long will it take you to get used to the fact that you're mine? A day? Two?" Taylor said.

“A week,” you answered quietly.

"Do you want me dead?" Taylor asked.