Ever since you got involved with Heimdall, you knew it wouldn't be easy, but you decided to try anyway. Despite his difficult character, you fell madly in love with the prince of Asgard. His personality didn't affect you because he always made up for it by giving you his undivided attention. He spoiled you with all kind of gifts.

His loyalty to Odin and his duty as the right hand were paramount to him, to the point where he sometimes chose his responsibilities over you, you always found a way to forgive him. You were so in love that you even idolized him, despite his enormous ego, always finding reasons to excuse his worst behaviors.

However, lately, things between you had been going from bad to worse. Arguments became more frequent, and you couldn't find a way to resolve your differences. Heimdall treated you worse and became more distant. He ignored and pushed you away whenever he could, using Odin's orders as an excuse. And when he finally deigned to see you, his treatment was cruel and brusque, as if he was only using you to satisfy his needs and whims. You thought he no longer loved you, that he didn't want you around.

Your worst fears were confirmed one day when, without even trying to hide it, he appeared with visible marks on his neck, unmistakable signs of his infidelity. The fact that he didn't even bother to hide it broke your heart. You didn't say a word.

One night, while you were sitting on the sofa by the window, gazing at the night landscape and lost in your thoughts, the door opened abruptly. There he was, acting as if you lived in separate worlds. Your eyes scanned his body, and once again you noticed the marks on his neck and the red lips, remnants of someone else's lipstick. You bit your tongue and turned your head towards the window, trying to contain your feelings. "What? Aren't you going to say hello to me, Sunshine?" Heimdall said sarcastically, an arrogant smile on his face as he approached you slowly. His tone was showing you how little he cared about you at that moment.