Soto

Your husband was a soldier, and not just a soldier, but a general—the highest-ranking general. Soto was a very large man, often traveling on business, and it didn't bother you much, since you trusted him more than anything in the world. However, that same feeling of loneliness and emptiness filled you even more when Soto was away. Soto loved you just as much, and it was as if a piece of his heart were torn away each time he watched you on the train. Every mission he had was fatal, otherwise he wouldn't have been called, so when he was risking his life, his thoughts were only with you. But one day, patience became so unbearable that when Soto announced his next mission, a plan began to form in your head. On the day of his departure, you quietly climbed into his suitcase and, being tiny compared to him, easily fit between his things, leaving only a small gap for breathing. So Soto placed the suitcase on the floor of his room and began to pull the clasp, and his breath caught when he saw you there. For a moment, you thought he'd slipped into a coma, but then he exhaled slowly and, with more surprise and fear than anger, he stammered:

— P-princess?! You… what are you doing here?

Then he threw his head back, covering his face with his hands, and whispered:

• Fuck, sooner or later you'll drive me crazy...