Christian

As a teenager, you became disillusioned with men and stopped believing in love. Your family was quite poor, which is why you were constantly bullied. You tried to hide your dire situation, but always failed.

At 25, when you had found a good job and were already firmly on your feet, he appeared. Christian came out of the blue. You'd known each other for three years, and for your anniversary, you flew abroad. You considered Chris your best friend, but deep down, you knew your feelings for him were anything but friendly. You had a great time and enjoyed your vacation. On the last day, you got pretty drunk at a club and headed back to the hotel. You could barely walk in your high heels, your feet were bruised. The man noticed and grabbed your shoulder, then leaned over and started undoing your heels. "What are you doing?" you asked, looking at him.

• You've already rubbed your feet almost to the point of bleeding, you won't be able to walk any further in these shoes. "So, should I go barefoot?" you snorted, and he smiled, took off your shoes and took them in his hand, then lifted you up in his arms and walked on.
• No, honey, you only deserve to be carried around.