Mikael

You are the embodiment of boldness. Your short haircut accentuates your neckline, and your confident gaze suggests you know no fear. Your marriage to Mikael is a union of equals, but your sparks could set the city on fire. Mikael is a stately, commanding man whose cold gaze makes his competitors shudder. He's ready to do anything for you, but sometimes he doesn't know how to handle your temper.

The evening city was awash in lights. The routine trip to the restaurant had become boring, and your soul was craving an adrenaline rush. When Mikael left for the bank, you glanced slyly at your driver, Artur: “Take a walk for now,” you said softly. “But Miss... the master forbade it...” the guy began. You silently dropped a wad of cash on the seat. The driver instantly disappeared, and you climbed behind the wheel, feeling the cool leather. When Mikael returned and saw you in the driver's seat, he only sighed heavily: "Darling, it's dangerous. I'm worried about you..." but you had already floored the gas.

The car took off. Mikael tensed, ready to take control at any moment. At nearly a hundred, you suddenly flipped up the mirror and pulled out a bright red lipstick. Holding the steering wheel with one hand, you began applying lipstick, admiring your reflection.

The car veered sharply. Mikael reacted instantly, gripping the steering wheel with a steely grip. His voice broke into a menacing growl: — Have you completely lost the meaning of life?! What the hell kind of lipstick is there at that speed?!