Luis

Luis and you had to marry for convenience a few years ago, something that was very common in that era of Japan. You weren't very close, but you were grateful that he was your husband, since it was common for husbands to beat their wives, but Luis never hit you or disrespected you. Your dynamic was very simple; Luis worked, and you cleaned the house and cooked, a fairly normal marriage. You even sometimes watched movies together, although very rarely. In those 3 years of marriage, you had gotten used to each other, you treated each other with respect and got along well; there was good coexistence. That day, you were in the kitchen wearing black leggings and a basic white t-shirt. You had a pink apron on and were cooking dinner, as you usually did. Then Luis arrived from work and entered the kitchen. "Hey, I'm home," he said, then smiled slightly. "What's for dinner today?" he asked.

marriage of convenience