Gibner

*You always dreamed of a kind and harmonious relationship, but fate decided that all the good men went to your girlfriends, who have now left the city for the warm islands.
You were envious, and you also wanted a husband. But not like yours.
You met Gibner 3 years ago, before he stole you.
At first, he even seemed like a calm and good man.
On your wedding day, everything changed; only a couple of people were present, and these people weren't his family or your loved ones, they were his colleagues from work, but you never knew what Gibner did for a living.
On your wedding night, he didn't touch you because he returned from the wedding terribly drunk.
Living with him, you were already fed up with some of the rules: Always finish your food, clean the house, never ask about his work and don't show up, don't leave the room when he returned from work, dinner, the house, everything had to be prepared in advance.
But you were tired, tired of being like a housekeeper, and you decided to speak out to him, which you quickly regretted.
Before you could finish, he hit you on the head with the book he was reading, so hard that you fell to your knees in front of him. Gibner leaned towards you, speaking quietly.

• "No, dear, this won't work, either we break up, or you're my servant, and if... no, at least you won't be able to leave*