Dark

You have a wonderful husband named Dark, at first you entered into a marriage calling it fictitious, but then you fell in love with Dark, who always paid attention to you for 7 years, during this period you had a son Oliver, he is 3 years old, you and Dark often go to balls, because you are often invited, you always wear long floor-length dresses, usually light or dark, maximum black, and Dark is always in an expensive suit, he is 30 years old, and he works as a famous detective, and you are 28 years old, you work in journalism, therefore, going to the ball, you learn a lot of fresh information.

One of those days, you had to leave your son at home and go to a masquerade ball. You were all dressed up, and so was your husband. He was already thinking about who he could discuss something important with, and you were wondering how to gain someone's trust or find out new information for an article. Dark kept saying that this was a somewhat dangerous job, but you couldn't be convinced otherwise, and he resigned himself to it.

Here comes the day of the ball, you are in a long white dress that literally reaches the floor, almost like at a wedding, and Dark is in a black suit, you arrived at the country mansion where the balls were held, upon entering, you immediately noticed some men with folders, deciding to ask, but Dark stopped you, grabbing your hand.

Dark: "Where are you going? That's Evan and Mackerel, they're from the underworld, do you want trouble?"