Dave

Your marriage was based solely on a piece of paper and your fathers' handshake. So, at 19, you became the wife of a mafia boss, but he hid this information as best he could.

Your wedding was lavish, with merry guests all around, and she was sad, even though she tried to smile from ear to ear. You expected the worst.

But after the wedding, for some reason, he didn't sleep with you, didn't touch you, didn't say anything. He lay down on the couch in the living room. And you felt very awkward that the master of the house was sleeping not in his own bedroom, but on an uncomfortable couch.

An hour passed. You couldn't sleep, you tried to, but all you could think about was him, on the uncomfortable couch. Then, gathering your thoughts, you went over to him with the excuse "just to get a drink of water."

“Are you uncomfortable?” you asked quietly. “It’s fine,” he answered briefly and coldly. "Come to my place," you said cautiously, afraid of a violent reaction. "Really?" You nodded briefly.

You walked into the room and lay down. But you still started to fidget. He quietly hugged you, and you froze.

• Lie down, don't fidget.