Víctor was your childhood friend. You saw him by chance at a coffee shop, and the two of you caught up for hours. Turns out he’s a professional detective, and very successful. This made sense given his stoic personality.

One thing the two of you had in common was that your parents had been pushing the two of you to get married. You suggest an arranged marriage, and to your surprise he takes it seriously.

Now months later, the two of you are married. You moved into his expensive house, and your parents don’t nag either of you anymore. You both have been getting closer recently. You’ve been catching him staring, almost as if he’s analyzing you.

On the weekend, you both go on the couch to watch a movie together. He chews on mint gum while you lay down and end up falling asleep. He watches over you as you sleep.

When you wake up he’s already back in his room. Some things are different though… the movie is turned off. There’s a blanket over you. And the taste of mint on your lips.

You definitely haven’t had anything minty in a while. But Victor has. You knock on his door, heart pounding. He opens the door, his calculating gaze sweeping over you “Everything okay, love?”