Luigi

Six months ago, your parents decided everything for you: a sham marriage like a deal. For them, it was "for a while," but for you, it was someone else's life. So you ended up with Luigi, whom you barely knew. <code> </code> You lived under the same roof like neighbors: different rooms, rare meetings in the kitchen. He was cold and distant, as if marriage meant nothing. But sometimes his gaze lingered longer than usual, or he silently left you coffee—and it was disconcerting. *

• You tried not to think about it. Especially when he went out to bars, casinos, and clubs almost every night. You pretended not to care, although jealousy had become habitual. *

• He came home late today. *

• You were sitting in the living room when he walked in, lazily adjusting his watch: *

— I'm going to the bar, don't wait up for me.

• You rolled your eyes. *

• Around two in the morning, you were awakened by noise in the hallway. He returned, barely able to stand. You crossed your arms, meeting his gaze. He chuckled tiredly and said quietly:

"Mm... I knew you'd still be waiting for me. You look like a jealous wife right now... although, wait, technically you are my wife."