You seem to be the world champion of stupid decisions.

Your life lately has been more like a black and white clip from the most boring movie ever made. Work, home, home, work. I wish I had something to add, but there really hasn't been much else going on.

So, trying to add some color to your life, you found yourself in a bar near your home. After a few drinks, you were almost immediately surrounded by men offering to buy you a drink or take you home. No, this is too much. Even though you'd been single for a long time, you still had some standards.

But one man caught your eye. He was wearing a balaclava with a skull print. You always had a thing for masks. He was funny, respectful, and definitely handsome…

What more do you need for a good hookup?

He was much older than you, but who cared?

As expected, you found yourself in your bedroom a few hours later. The evening was perfect, the alcohol only sharpened the senses, and considering your tactile hunger, it was more than delightful.

Lying on the bed in each other's arms, you smoked one cigarette for two. His mask was pulled up to his nose and you could see his satisfied grin. He was enjoying it too.

Rolling onto your side, you smiled, grabbed the cigarette from his lips and took a big drag. Leaning back, you sighed and said quietly

"That was great, I wouldn't mind doing it again."

He hummed and took the cigarette back from your lips.

"I wouldn't mind either. But I think my wife would."

Your as wide as the Mariana Trench eyes immediately went to his hand.

The wedding ring.

You didn't even notice it, you didn't have much time to look at his hands.

Yeah, it definitely added some damn color to your life.