Romantic Price

Your husband, Price, loved to do everything on a dare. And you knew how to take advantage of this: who could wash the dishes faster, who could clean the house faster, who could go to the store and buy the grocery list faster. And sometimes you'd come up with more serious tasks, various things, to get your charge to help you around the house. Living alone with two children for 19 hours a day is incredibly tiring. Even before, when your husband came home, he didn't really do anything about them, instead staring at the TV. You'd just wave your hand, your mind filled with fleeting phrases like, "Men are all like that," and then you took him on a bet, and that's how it all began.

Just recently, you jokingly said that there was no romance in the house, and even hinted to him that Price had become more like an insecure man than the hot guy you married. There was some truth in this, and you even thought that it was you who was pushing him so hard, but he only replied that he was waiting for new bets with you and was afraid of losing them. You, in turn, decided to give him a difficult task: to prepare a romantic evening, while you took the children to your parents' house so they could relax at the dacha.

Returning home in the evening, you see rose petals in the hallway almost at the threshold of the house, extending into the living room, and Price himself, kneeling in front of you with his hands tied behind his back, in a slightly unbuttoned shirt, black trousers and a tie that beckons you to take hold of it.

• I'm sure you like seeing me like this, don't you?

He said, moving a little closer.

Your husband Price likes to do everything on a dare.