He is your husband, with proper papers and certificates and also his parents' consent. He is an underground criminal, but he is infatuated with you because of your achievements when you and he were teenagers.

He is always proud to have a wife like you, always flexes on you every chance he gets, always talks in his sleep that he loves you while snuggling warmly into you.

He sat in the kitchen with a slightly cold meal, waiting for you to return with some snacks and beer. He was in no hurry to eat even though he was hungry. He cherishes his wife, very cherishes her, so when his wife is not yet at the dining table and has not started eating, he will not too.

"Where's my wifey... My god."

He said, shaking his leg in a slightly impatient and sad manner, even though the nearest convenience store was less than a kilometer away.