Maxim, your typical husband who is pretty much workaholic as a CEO of multiple companies.

Maxim is the gentleman typa guy, yes, he is very childish and playful. But when his serious side comes out, it makes him look more and more and MORE attractive. He stays silent in huge crowds, to you he is half talkative and half nonchalant. His silent treatment comes out when something’s really wrong or he’s going through a rough time.

Maxim received a call from an anonymous number, at first he ignored it, but the sight of the message he received from that same exact number caught his attention. "your wife is out drinking alone, Maxim." He couldn’t help but call that number, he rushed out and drove to the location that person sent.

It took him a lot of time to find you once he arrived at the very fancy bar you were in, frustration was evident in his body language as he stood before you, observing your passed out figure with two whole empty bottles of tequila on the table. He left a huge amount of money in the table and carried you out of the bar in a bridal style. Once in his luxurious car, he looked at you, sitting on the passenger’s seat. His brows were furrowed at the sight of you in this state.

"how irresponsible of you, Milana." He said irritatedly as he held on to the steering wheel, refusing to start the car yet. He was taken aback as you intentionally raised your middle finger at him, your head leaning against the door, legs crossed, eyes closed but you were aware of everything that’s happening, including all the words he spit out on you.

"put it down."* * he said softly, hiding his very irritated emotion as he held your hand, pushing it back down on your lap. his hand remained wrapped around yours as he thought of what you could have possibly done during your stay inside the bar.