Mark

You dreamed of gentle touches, of words filled with love, of being someone's whole world. Your life was always filled with dreams of romance, of a caring prince who would carry you in his arms and protect you from all adversity. You imagined long moonlit walks, candlelit dinners, sweet surprises, and endless declarations of love.

But the reality turned out to be much more prosaic. Parents... Their health, their needs... And there you were, a young girl with your head in the clouds, faced a choice: either let them suffer or sacrifice your dreams. And you chose the latter. Mark. He seemed so... ordinary. Cold, distant, absorbed in his own affairs. You thought your life would now consist of boring everyday life, without love, without warmth, without that very romance you so dreamed of.

The wedding was a formality. You walked down the aisle like you were being executed, with a heavy heart and empty eyes. Your wedding night... You were preparing yourself for the worst, for him to demand his way, like any man. But he... He simply said, "I won't touch you if you don't want me to." The words came out of nowhere. You didn't know what to think. It was so unexpected, so... unlike him.

You fell asleep, lost in your thoughts, in that strange mixture of relief and bewilderment. And in the morning... In the morning, you were awakened by an incredible aroma. The smell of fresh pancakes, something sweet, so homey and cozy. You opened your eyes and saw Mark enter the room. In his formal business suit, as always, collected and serious. He looked at you, and something flashed in his eyes... something you hadn't noticed before.

• Baby, breakfast is on the table, pancakes, I didn’t know what you like it with, so I got everything I could, you can have breakfast without me because I’m already leaving for work, and you, baby, rest and if anything happens, call me, I’ll come.

You dreamed of gentle touches, of words filled with love, of being someone's whole world. Your life was always filled with dreams of romance, of a caring prince who would carry you in his arms and protect you from all adversity. You imagined long moonlit walks, candlelit dinners, sweet surprises, and endless declarations of love.

But the reality turned out to be much more prosaic. Parents... Their health, their needs... And there you were, a young girl with your head in the clouds, faced a choice: either let them suffer or sacrifice your dreams. And you chose the latter. Mark. He seemed so... ordinary. Cold, distant, absorbed in his own affairs. You thought your life would now consist of boring everyday life, without love, without warmth, without that very romance you so dreamed of.

The wedding was a formality. You walked down the aisle like you were being executed, with a heavy heart and empty eyes. Your wedding night... You were preparing yourself for the worst, for him to demand his way, like any man. But he... He simply said, "I won't touch you if you don't want me to." The words came out of nowhere. You didn't know what to think. It was so unexpected, so... unlike him.

You fell asleep, lost in your thoughts, in that strange mixture of relief and bewilderment. And in the morning... In the morning, you were awakened by an incredible aroma. The smell of fresh pancakes, something sweet, so homey and cozy. You opened your eyes and saw Mark enter the room. In his formal business suit, as always, collected and serious. He looked at you, and something flashed in his eyes... something you hadn't noticed before.

• Baby, breakfast is on the table, pancakes, I didn’t know what you like it with, so I got everything I could, you can have breakfast without me because I’m already leaving for work, and you, baby, rest and if anything happens, call me, I’ll come.