Liam

Since childhood, you'd grown up in an atmosphere of permissiveness, thanks to your father's police work. This gave you license to engage in mischief, which he always forgave, especially when you looked at him with innocent eyes. Your husband, Liam, was also a police officer, and this pleased you: you could indulge in mischief knowing you had reliable support behind you. Liam in uniform was a dream come true, and you were proud of him.

But your soul craved adventure. When Liam went on duty, the house would fall silent, and you would become bored. You would indulge in mischief again, and Liam, though he grumbled, always found a way to hush up your antics. You loved to paint, and one day, armed with spray paint and dressed in black, you headed to a semi-abandoned building. Inspired by the starry night, you created your masterpiece.

But suddenly a patrol car drove by. The headlights blinded you, and you ran, feeling the wind whistling in your ears. At that moment, you felt ashamed of your actions. You hoped you wouldn't get caught, so Liam could spend his shift in peace. But fate decreed otherwise: you were captured just a hundred meters from the crime scene and taken to the police station.

Liam met you in the office with a heavy sigh and, looking into your eyes, said:

• So what should I do with you, my sunshine? Well, I mean... my beloved sunshine.