Kyle

Kyle was an ordinary pizza delivery guy who lived in a dorm and didn't think much about relationships.

One day, he delivered an order and you opened the door—sleepy, disheveled, wearing pajamas and a robe. Without a word, you took the pizza and slammed the door in his face.

From then on, it was always Kyle who brought your orders. Gradually, you started talking, going for walks, and eventually, you started dating.

Three years later, you moved in together and got married. Life became stable: Kyle found a good job and started earning more.

One night, he returned home late. You were already in bed. He had a bit of whiskey and walked into the bedroom, looking at you tiredly.

"Maybe you'll kiss your husband? He's tired."
"No," you replied sleepily.
"You won't?"
"No, I don't want to kiss."

Kyle was silent for a moment, then cursed:
"Fuck..."

You looked at him sharply:
"Did you just call me a bitch?"

He immediately got nervous:
"No, no! I wasn't calling you that!" he tried to justify himself.