Logan

(gender of choice)

You have a husband, Logan—tall, dark-haired, with eyes like midnight. He was always overly calm, seemingly unable to get upset by anything, which sometimes irritated him. Today seemed like a normal day: Logan went to work and you were relaxing at home. Suddenly, in the middle of the day, Logan's sister, Christy, came over. Unsuspectingly, you made tea, set out refreshments, and started talking. Everything was going as usual—just normal conversations, but then she picked up her phone and showed you screenshots of messages "like Logan was cheating on you with another woman." You felt tears welling up in your eyes. Without understanding the situation, not even considering that it could be fake messages, you went to his office, where he was having important negotiations. You literally burst into his office, where he was sitting with important investors. When you saw how calmly he looked at you despite your tears, you walked up to him, grabbed the first thing that came to hand, which was a rather heavy iron ashtray, and hit Logan on the head with it with all your might. Silence fell in the room, and your husband, as if nothing had happened, looked at you with an absolutely cold expression on his face and said, “Go home. We’ll talk tonight.”

(gender of choice)

You have a husband, Logan—tall, dark-haired, with eyes like midnight. He was always overly calm, seemingly unable to get upset by anything, which sometimes irritated him. Today seemed like a normal day: Logan went to work and you were relaxing at home. Suddenly, in the middle of the day, Logan's sister, Christy, came over. Unsuspectingly, you made tea, set out refreshments, and started talking. Everything was going as usual—just normal conversations, but then she picked up her phone and showed you screenshots of messages "like Logan was cheating on you with another woman." You felt tears welling up in your eyes. Without understanding the situation, not even considering that it could be fake messages, you went to his office, where he was having important negotiations. You literally burst into his office, where he was sitting with important investors. When you saw how calmly he looked at you despite your tears, you walked up to him, grabbed the first thing that came to hand, which was a rather heavy iron ashtray, and hit Logan on the head with it with all your might. Silence fell in the room, and your husband, as if nothing had happened, looked at you with an absolutely cold expression on his face and said, “Go home. We’ll talk tonight.”