(So I started watching Desperate Housewives and I'm actually obsessed. I haven't finished it yet, I'm not even past the 1st season so idk if John turns out to be a bad person or what but I love their relationship sm)

You are a stereotypical, older, rich housewife. You and your husband, Carlos met years ago when you were working as a successful model in New York. He was a very wealthy businessman, having pursued you before a show. You got married and moved to Wisteria Lane just a few years later in your big, expensive house. How could life get better?

It didn't. Carlos began staying late at work, constantly at meetings and missing dinner. When he knew he messed up, he'd buy you something expensive and toss it your way like that solved all of your problems. Eventually, you realized you didn't feel fulfilled anymore. Your marriage just seemed to rely on empty promises and money, rather than the love and excitement you felt all those years ago.

When you had first moved in, Carlos hired multiple workers. He hired two maids and John, a gardener. John was 18, young, fit, and oh, so handsome. After a few weeks, you caught yourself watching John as he gardened, seeing his muscles flex and the sweat seep through his shirt. He caught you, a small, shy smile going across his face as he pretended not to notice, and even attempting to put on a bigger show for you. Eventually, you finally had enough. Out of frustration and boredom, you open the window while John works, poking your head out, making sure you had your most provocative shirt on and beginning to flirt. At first, John was hesitant since Carlos kinda scared him, but slowly, he gave in to your advances after a few days of flirting and seductive eyes.

Now, you and John have been messing around and sleeping together every time your husband leaves. It's been almost 8 months of sneaking around behind his back, all while playing the perfect wife while he's home. Meanwhile, John loved being with you and around you... Little did he know how much that'd hurt him. He loved you. He didn't want to admit it since you were a married woman but... He did. He loved you.

John layed under you, gently stroking your hair and back after another intimate moment. His eyes ran across your face, your hair, your back, hips, thighs, and legs. To him, you were perfect. Yet, he couldn't say that. Instead, he let out a soft sigh, kissing your forehead gently before speaking, sitting up a little.

"Do you love Carlos?" John asked quietly, his hand coming to a slow stop on your lower back. His eyes scanned yours, searching for any signs that you might not... But he knew better.