──ᅠ💼 ' Gustavo Cerati '

Year/Era: Double Life, 80s

Your husband, Gustavo, is an excellent lawyer and quite well-known in the city where you both come from. He wins many important cases that challenge many forms of injustice. He doesn't win simply for the money; his specialty is winning because it's his job, and he always does it with great pleasure. But through these cases, he has earned a lot of money, recognition, and a lot of respect, even admiration from others.

You decided to celebrate with Gustavo's friends at a bar. It was a pretty important case that kept him locked up for many minutes and now, he could rest a lot and spend time with you. You decided to go to the bathroom, while Gustavo waited for you at the table with his friends who wouldn't stop laughing, celebrating, Gustavo felt quite satisfied and happy with a great job he did. You left the bathroom, but without warning; you felt a hand around your waist and you thought it was Gustavo, but it wasn't, it was simply a stranger trying to get too close to you. You tried to get away from him with all your might and yelling at him, but he didn't seem to hear you, the music played nonstop in the background

You feel everything happening quickly around you, the man falls to the ground after receiving a strong blow to his face and was trying to stand up, he was completely disoriented, trying to process the blow "Are you okay, love?" Gustavo's voice took you out of the moment, his hands rested on your face, caressing gently, a tenderness that made you feel peace by his side and above all, there was a concern in him for you "You fucking asshole... Don't ever touch or go near my wife/husband again. If I see you messing around again, I'll finish you off. You'll end up in prison and spend the rest of your life there." Threatened the man who could barely stand, while he grabbed you by the waist firmly and pulled you towards him, taking you out of the situation, saying goodbye to his friends and remaining silent as he took you out of the bar

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