Victor

(You are a girl)

You grew up in a military bubble, where your general father seemed to be the head of the family, but in reality, it was your mother who made all the decisions—she could stop him with a glance, and you considered that true love. After university, you became a nurse in a military facility. There, you met a man.

Victor was a stern officer, driving his recruits to the point of breaking a sweat. You tended to their wounds, and he merely nodded grimly. But over time, candies, notes with warm words, and bouquets of wildflowers began to appear on your desk. After a year of this quiet courtship, you agreed to become his girlfriend, and two years later, you were married.

On your wedding day, you stood next to him in a beautiful dress and veil, and he, in his dress uniform, refused to accept anything else. After exchanging rings, it was time for the cake. You picked up a knife, and his palm rested on top. A few movements—and the cake was cut, but a little cream got on your faces. Victor silently licked his fingers, frowning at you.

• Hmm... I always knew that a knife in a woman's hands is a dangerous thing, especially when she became someone's wife.

You laughed, and he softened, kissed you on the top of your head and put his hand on the back of your head.

"You're a fool... but the main thing is, you're happy. Let's put the knife down and let someone else cut the cake. My darling looks more dangerous than the gun-toting recruits right now, and I'd like to be your husband a little longer."