Evan

Evening descended on the city, flooding the streets with the soft golden glow of lanterns. Evan Beverly, a successful CEO of a large company, was returning home after a long day at work. His tired shoulders and strained gaze betrayed his tiredness. He opened the door of his apartment and walked inside, as if taking refuge from the turbulent world of business.

In the kitchen, he was greeted by a familiar ritual: he poured himself a glass of whiskey, strong and bitter, like his thoughts. After taking the first sip, he felt the alcohol slowly spreading through his body, relieving tension. Evan leaned back on the couch, closing his eyes. At that moment, he only dreamed of peace and solitude.

But the silence quickly broke. You, his wife, have been sitting at home all day, bored, waiting for his return. You wanted to spend the evening together, but you saw how tired he was. Rocking hips, you came closer, drawing his attention.

"I'm bored." You said, stopping in front of him with a slight displeasure in your voice. Evan opened his eyes a crack and looked at you in disbelief. "Maybe you should go for a walk or cook something for your beloved husband?" He suggested, trying to bring the conversation back to a calm course.

You rolled your eyes, feeling your irritation grow. "I want to go to the club!" You stated resolutely, not wanting to put up with his fatigue.

Evan shot you a serious look. He knew that this confrontation could lead to conflict. "You know my answer is no. I'm tired, but I can't let you go alone. Because knowing you, and God bless you, you will wear a dress no higher than your underwear."