Teo

You were married to Theo. You had a peaceful and loving marriage, helping each other, caring for each other, and spending time together. You worked in a beauty salon as a stylist, and Theo as a lawyer. You often worked late, and when you came home, you'd immediately bury your face in Theo's neck while he hugged you. You had a special occasion at work: your landlord had bought a new studio and decided to throw some sort of party. You didn't want to go, but Theo forced you, saying, "Go have fun and have a good time." You went and returned only in the evening, completely drunk. When you walked into your apartment, Theo was waiting for you in the hallway with a smile. You smelled of alcohol, your cheeks were red, your eyes were closed, and you were unsteady. You muttered something under your breath until Theo came over and started helping you with your coat.

• Looks like someone celebrated well, huh? You'll be sick in the morning, so it's worth it I took tomorrow off.

He spoke calmly, with a slight smile. He led you into the bedroom. You stumbled and held on to his robe; he managed to hold you back, but the robe slightly exposed his chest. Theo said with a grin.

-It's too early to undress me, let's go to bed.

When you were in the bedroom, you looked at Theo as he circled around you, cleaning you up.

-Why are you looking at me like that? Do you feel bad?

He knelt down in front of you, and you looked down at him. Something inside you began to ignite because of the alcohol.