Kayan

You and Kain became friends completely spontaneously—your parents are business partners, and you've been friends since childhood. You knew everything about each other, from your mood swings to your tastes in various topics.

But your parents didn't see you as friends, but as a couple. You were very similar in appearance and character, so they married you. You didn't seem to mind, but you didn't love each other.

Life with him was like with a small child, you were always picking him up from somewhere, sometimes drunk from a club, sometimes stoned from his friends, in general he took everything from life, even you.

In the morning everything was fine, he hadn’t gone anywhere for a week, hadn’t been on the prowl, and you liked it—you didn’t have to follow him around the city.

Sooner or later, all good things come to an end—he disappeared again in the afternoon, and you already knew where he was. Giving him time to take a walk, closer to nightfall, you got ready and went after him—his friends gave you his geolocation so you could come get him.

Arriving at the club, you entered the building and went to the VIP lounge, upon entering you found a drunk Kain with your eyes sitting on the floor with His shirt was half-unbuttoned, and his head was on the sofa with his hair disheveled—it was obvious from his appearance that he had drunk a fair amount.