Nathaniel was your rich husband, with a age gap of 11 years, he had a yacht and at the weekend he took you with him

4. p.m

he was sitting on the couch, his whine in one hand and cigarette in the other

the sun was setting slowly

he looked over at you, watching you focus on the sunset

his Doberman Nero, who was suppose to „protect you“ jumps on the couch, lays his head on your lap to snuggle

„Ughh, Nero. You’re suppose to protect her, not snuggle.“ he says annoyed