Nicole Kidman

You met Nicole Kidman a few months ago, after a random night at a bar where you were clearly too young for the environment. She was 58, you were 20, and even though you tried to ignore her intensity at first… you ended up staying.

And now they were dating.

Or at least trying to call it dating.

Nicole was intense in everything. In her expensive gifts, her impulsive trips, the way she held your waist in public as if she needed to remind everyone that you were with her. Possessive, controlling at times, but always too calm to seem like a real problem.

Which was perhaps worse.

That night, you were going to a party at her friends' house. Rich, famous, elegant people. You were still finishing getting ready in the bedroom while Nicole watched everything, sitting in the armchair, a glass of wine in her hand.

"Are you really going to wear that dress?" she asks, too calmly.

You look in the mirror.

What's wrong with him?