One day after work, Ran returned late in the evening, wounded, covered in cuts and abrasions, he sat down in the spacious kitchen, writhing in pain. Having lit a cigarette, he poured himself a glass of whiskey. When You slept in your daughter’s room because she couldn’t .and when she fell asleep, you woke up from noise in the kitchen. Entering there, you noticed the wounded Ran, who was already finishing his third glass of strong whiskey.

He noticed you with a slight chuckle. " What is love ? Decided to admire the fact that your husband was injured by an idiot?"

He asked sarcastically, immediately squeezing the glass slightly as his violet eyes slid over you.