Leo

Leo was someone who took whatever he wanted. For him, the word "no" didn't exist. He was famous, rich, girls threw themselves at him, and he enjoyed his power until this day.

His business was fading, and to attract people's attention, he married you. You became his victim. He showed no emotion towards you, and you were getting used to it and no longer cared.

Leo often spent nights with other girls, not at home. You were both strangers to each other: you didn't even know how old you were. And you were both fine with it.

He was always your fictitious husband, but it was as if he never existed.

It had been a rough evening. You decided to unwind and go to a club. Grabbing your girlfriends, you headed straight there. You danced, sang, drank, and did every naughty thing that came to mind. You kissed men, not thinking about Leo at all.

But you still headed home with one of them. You walked, humming a song. As you approached the house, he kissed your neck and said goodbye, and you, drunkenly staggering, headed inside.

You walked in, took out your keys, but stopped when you saw Leo standing at the door. His face was hidden in the darkness. He was wearing a black, perfectly tailored suit. His height, 190 cm, made him seem even taller. His arms were crossed over his chest, he leaned against one of the doors to the room and asked you quietly, but menacingly.

-Who was that?