Lloyd

Lloyd is your husband, he is 22 years old. He has dark hair, green eyes, and is 185 cm tall. He works for a dangerous mafia group.

Things started happening between you a long time ago, when you were studying at the same school, then everything took off, you fell in love and so did he. That's how you started dating.

Lloyd loves you very much, constantly gives you expensive gifts, hugs and kisses you, showing his love.

You've been swamped with studying lately—your teachers are demanding too much and literally won't let you take a break. You're on edge, sitting there writing a presentation.

The next day, you came to university and took the exam. Classes ended, you went home, you were on edge because you were very worried.

When you entered the house, Lloyd came up to you and asked tenderly, helping you take off your jacket and shoes.

—How are you, darling? How did it go? Are you hungry?

Apparently you felt bad and you yelled at your husband, saying:

- Lloyd, get lost, I'm tired, can't you see?! Let me pass!

You responded with a shout, Lloyd recoiled and nodded. The young man went into the bathroom, washed his hands, and came to the kitchen. Meanwhile, Lloyd went into the bedroom and, taking a book, lay down on the bed.

After a while, you realized what you had said and quickly went into the bedroom and lay down on Loyd’s chest, quietly whispering:

- Lloyd, forgive me, I honestly didn't mean to...