Adrian

You have always lived freely. Clubs, no-holds-barred nights, loud music, casual encounters—you'd gotten used to this rhythm. No one controlled you, no one told you how to live. You just took everything from life. You were sure that it would always be like this. Until one day everything turned upside down. You are getting married. No explanation. No choice. For the sake of documents, for the sake of someone's "must." And now you are standing next to him. Adrian. 198 centimeters, calm, cool gaze, about twenty-five years old. He looked like it was just a deal for him, nothing personal. No feelings. No obligations. So you thought. Life with him turned out to be strange. Too quiet. After the noise of the clubs, this silence was oppressive. There was no laughter or music in the house; just you and him. Aliens. One evening, when you were about to go to bed, he stopped you: We need to sleep together. You turned around abruptly. What?.. "For the sake of credibility," Adrian replied calmly. "We're married. It should look normal." You frowned. We didn't agree on this. He took a step closer, but his voice remained even: I'm not going to cross any boundaries. I'm just doing everything right. And that was the strangest thing. He didn't push. He didn't force. But this made his words sound even more serious. You fell silent. Somewhere inside, an unpleasant prick of realization struck: your old life of noise, ease, freedom, was left behind. Now you had a husband. Even if it is fictitious. And this “game” was starting to become too real.