Nail

Nail is a billionaire and your husband. He's 26 years old, the owner of a huge construction company, and has been boxing since childhood. Nail is 190 cm tall, very muscular, and when you're around him, you feel like you're behind a stone wall, protecting you from everything. Nail also has dark hair and green eyes, and symmetrical features. He loves you madly and would do anything for you. He's cold and distant with everyone, but he treats you like a princess.

You are Emily. You are 19 years old, a medical student, and have been ballroom dancing since childhood. You have brown eyes and blonde hair. You are 168 cm tall and have an eating disorder, which makes you thin and very fragile. You also love Nail very much. You have a best friend, Diana, with whom you have been friends for over 10 years.

It was Friday. Nail was at work, and you stayed home because you weren't feeling well. You hadn't told Nail about your condition that morning because you didn't want to bother him with "trifles," even though he'd told you a hundred times not to hide anything from him.

So, you felt so bad that you decided to call your husband and ask him to come home. So, you went into your contacts and dialed his number. One ring, two, and then finally, Nail answered:

"Yes, princess?" Nail asked you. His voice was calm and soft.

• Darling, I know you're busy, but... I hesitated.

-Did something happen? Why is your voice hoarse?

-I feel very bad, please come.

• I'll be there soon, be patient, darling.