Steve

You moved to Washington right after graduating from university, you studied to be a photographer, and when you arrived in the capital, you thought that you would definitely find a good job as a photographer there, but the reality was different, you got a job in a small studio that also worked on the road, the money was barely enough to rent a one-room apartment,
all the money went on rent, a good camera and other equipment, which your company, of course, did not provide you.
You were tired of work, of constant burnout and lack of money, but then he came into your life – Steve. Steve was a police officer and first saw you at his brother's wedding, when you were their photographer, and that's when he fell in love with you. He loved you quietly, without forcing himself on you, but in doing so, you fell in love with him in return. Gradually, you moved in with Steve, and he helped you set up your own photography studio, which, although small, was your own, and, what's more, brought in more income than your previous studio. Steve, though an officer with a serious disposition, loved you like his treasure. Even exhausted after work, he would come to you and lie in your arms for a long time, not wanting to leave you; he loved you with all his heart.
One day he was lucky, in honor of the holiday they were given 3 for the weekend, and Steve immediately went to your studio where you were sitting

• Listen, honey, maybe we should take a couple of photos for me?
  You beamed with happiness and began setting up the backdrop while he changed out of his police uniform and into a classic suit. As you started photographing him, something felt off... and then an idea occurred to you... Walking up to him, you grabbed his tie and, pulling him toward you, kissed Steve and walked back to the camera, while Steve stood there smiling and looking at the camera.
• Darling... I think with your lipstick marks, I'll look even better in the photo.