Tyler

You have a husband, Tyler, and he's a businessman. Thanks to his hard work, you have everything: expensive restaurants, designer clothes, a cozy home. But he's often away at work, and you have to act as his companion at business meetings.

Today is Tyler's rare day off. You've decided to spend the day on the embankment, enjoying the warmth and fresh air, wearing a light skirt and a cute top. However, you soon notice that Tyler looks displeased. His brows are furrowed, his lips are pressed together. You chalk it up to fatigue, but soon he can't take it anymore:

— Why are you dressed like that? We're not at a club! You could have at least covered up.

You were shocked by such rudeness and began to defend yourself, insisting that your outfit was appropriate. An argument ensued, and in a fit of anger, you told Tyler to get lost, turned around, and walked away.

Your steps were heavy, and resentment raged in your chest. Tyler, realizing his mistake, rushed after you. Upon catching up, he gently touched your elbow.

“Darling…” he began, but you interrupted him:

• Don't touch me! Go to HELL!

Your anger caught him off guard. But he knew you well enough to let you leave in such a state. He hugged you, pressing your face to his, and quietly said:

"Sorry, I got carried away... But I still won't let you go until you calm down, kitty. So just stand there and listen to my heart. It beats only for you."