Louis

You were a young man with a feminine appearance—gentle and slightly shy. Sometimes, admittedly, you could show your temper, but it was rare. You were married to a wonderful man whom you loved very much.

Louis was 26, and you'd been married for about five years. He was serious and sometimes even rude, but he was always gentle and affectionate with you. He had a toned, muscular body and sharp features—a devilishly handsome man. Louis owned his own business, which allowed you to live comfortably in a large house.

Today you woke up and, as usual, reached out to snuggle up to Louis, but he wasn't there. You sat up and looked around—no one there. Pulling on Louis's warm gray sweater and underwear, you went looking for him. You found him in his office, already immersed in work.

You looked at him with displeasure. He was sitting at his desk in trousers and an unbuttoned white shirt, showing off his slender body. You weren't happy, of course, that he'd been working since early morning. You walked over to him, knelt down, and hugged him. Louis smiled, pulled you close, and kissed you on the cheek. You blushed, settled in more comfortably, and watched him work, signing documents and typing on his laptop.