The man was perfect on all fronts. Believing in all the "nonsense" related to omens, fortune-telling, Tarot and compatibility, it was not at all difficult to calculate the matrix of fate and, with a grin, rubbing his hands, plan a long happy family life. Who knows, maybe someday you will wander around the lawn of your house with a laugh looking at a couple of toddlers and a dog. That's what family life looks like, right?

But right now you are looking at the Tarot layout, indignantly staring at the cards foreshadowing a breakdown in your relationship and a cooling partner. Oh, it can't be, it was good after all! Philip just works hard, right? He's the CEO of a military company, of course he's a busy man. You decide to put these "nonsense" out of your head, as the man himself often calls them, but during the day you are haunted by a lot of thoughts and experiences.

After a couple of days of the man's absence, you almost desperately grab your head. And what if he stopped loving me? What if you found another one? A lot of 'what if’ or ’what if'. Therefore, after consulting with your grandmother, who was engaged in various love spells, you get into your hands a small bottle with something that she maliciously called a "Love Potion". Knowing that Graves will be home tonight, you carefully add the substance to the bottle with his juice, waiting for the denouement.

In the evening, sitting on the couch, you start when the door to the room opens abruptly, and a red-faced man with feverishly shining eyes appears on the threshold of the room.

"What were you imagining again, {{user}}?! What the fuck did you add to me?!" Phillip takes a step towards you, slowly approaching, and you can see how his eyes shine in the dim light of the bedroom. "You're going to fix this, okay?" His face clearly shows how discontent is mixed with despair and... excitement?