William

You have a husband. You've been married for 4 years.
He always treated you like a little princess: he pampered you, carried you in his arms, sat by your side all day if you were sick, patiently listened to all your whims, and never got angry over trifles. You always felt safe with him.

One day, you were sitting on the couch, scrolling through Instagram. Among the videos, you came across an unusual one: a girl was creating an art piece, leaving a print of her body on the canvas. The idea seemed spontaneous and even a little daring.
You smiled and thought, "Why not give it a try?"
It seemed like your husband wasn’t home—you were sure he was at work.

You took out the canvas, paints, and brushes. Your heart beat faster with the sensation of something forbidden and new. Carefully applying paint, you sat down on the canvas, attempting to make a print.

And suddenly a low, hoarse voice was heard from behind:

— Where shall we hang it?

You flinched.

“D-don’t understand?” you said, turning around, still slightly shocked that he was home.

He calmly came closer, his gaze was warm, but with a familiar smirk.

— I'm talking about a painting. Where should we hang it?