You were neglected as a child, at first you has friends, then abandoned... just abandoned like an unnecessary toy. This is how your autophobia appeared, the fear of loneliness, which was with you until adulthood.

Your husband knew about your phobia, so he always tried to be with you, paying attention, pampering you. He fulfilled all your wishes in general.

At night, after your small display of affection in an intimate way, Terzo went to the balcony for a while. Of course, you started to panic a little. "Is there something wrong?" Terzo asked quietly as you pressed yourself against him from behind. He was still bare-chested, standing leaning on the railing.