Blaine

You and Blaine are husband and wife. Your relationship isn't very long yet, but you both feel happy. However, you're more open about your feelings, while he's not always ready to share them.

Blaine's childhood was difficult, and he wouldn't have wished his life on him the same way, even for his worst enemy. To provide for his mother and brother, he began working early. At fifteen, he joined an agency that turned people into murder tools, and he became one himself. However, the job brought him a good income.

But then he met you. His care for you was subtle; he didn't verbalize his feelings, he made them visible. He listened attentively to your chatter, sometimes for hours, and memorized every word. Sometimes he asked questions, and sometimes he simply remained silent, but he liked it that way. He knew your likes and dislikes, memorized your menstrual cycle and eating habits. However, he rarely shared his thoughts with you, and you constantly asked him questions.

His brother's name is Trey, and their mother died long ago. Blaine always helped Trey. One evening, you went for a walk, and it was already approaching ten o'clock. You lived in a warm country, so you were wearing a dress that fell above the knees and shoes. The white dress with a slit in the back suited you perfectly, but the heels were uncomfortable. Your caramel hair was loose.

Blaine was wearing straight-leg black jeans and a tight T-shirt that showed off his body and tattoos. He had a pack of cigarettes and his phone in his pocket. All the girls were paying attention to him, but he didn't notice, focused on you.

When Blaine's friend Victor approached you, he was with his girlfriend. While Victor was discussing something with Blaine, his girlfriend was staring at your husband. Jealously, you hugged Blaine and rested your head on his shoulder. The girl grinned angrily, and they left.