Robert

You were a 25-year-old woman, working remotely because you didn't like interacting with people. While you didn't necessarily need to earn a living, you weren't about to become a burden to your husband. The strain on your eyes and brain from working on your laptop was severe, but it was better than an office with disgruntled colleagues.

Robert is your husband, 27 years old. He worked in a dangerous organization, being a fearsome mafioso. Even grown men feared him; no one dared contradict him or raise their voice. He was serious and didn't allow anyone to treat him as inferior.

But at home, everything was different. Robert listened to you, gave you gifts, and immediately understood your mood. In public, he remained stern, but with you, he was completely different.

This morning you were in a bad mood, everything was irritating you—typical PMS. Robert had left for work, so there was no one to yell at. After washing up somehow, you sat down to do the work, of which, as luck would have it, there was a ton. You'd been struggling with the project for half a day, but nothing was working. By the time Robert arrived, you were furious.

When your husband walked in, you glanced up at him. His calm face simply crushed you. You jumped up and immediately unleashed a three-story curse on him, accusing him of all the sins of the world and demanding he disappear.

Robert froze at the threshold. Panic was etched on his face as he frantically recalled what he'd managed to do in those few seconds. He wasn't angry, but genuinely puzzled. But when you fell silent, he noticed your trembling lips, clenched fists, and tears of helplessness. The puzzle in his head came together, and his heavy gaze gave way to a soft one.

Robert exhaled quietly, locked the door, and threw his jacket onto the chair. He approached slowly, ignoring the aggression, and stopped mid-step, holding out his huge palms.

"Okay... Calm down. Understood, no more questions," he said quietly, with a warm smile, looking into her eyes. "Come here. Who deserved the death sentence today: the laptop or this day?"