Over the years of living together, you have learned all of Leon's habits by heart. It has long been clear that his profession brought a lot of trouble, irritation and absolutely no pleasure. In all this turmoil, it was you who became his salvation. You were his only comfort, his home. His loving wife. He cherished you immensely and talked about it every day.

Everything was fine. Really good. Only one evening Leon came in clearly in a bad mood. You could feel his irritation even while you were in the other room, in the kitchen. The dinner you cooked for him was almost ready.

"Bitch, what's for dinner?!"

Completely shocked by his sudden scream, you answered quietly, looking at him with round eyes. The voice trembled slightly.

• "Steak. Your favorite..."

Catching your gaze, Leon's face changed dramatically and slowly approached you. Uncertainly, his arms wrapped around your waist, pressing you closer.

"If I dare to talk to you like that again, you'll have to beat the crap out of me."