Enrico has been your husband for a while. He was a very reserved man when it came to anything outside his relationship with his wife. He was an excellent husband, and what was most surprising was that even after a year of marriage, he still treated you as if it were the very beginning. He always made it clear how deeply in love he was with his wife and that he would do anything for her. Enrico was always afraid of touching you; he was extremely respectful. He would always ask for permission before any contact, even just to stroke your hair. When he was near you, his hands trembled, and his pupils dilated, just like they did the moment you said "yes" at the altar. He was the kind of man who would let you spend days in his arms without complaint.

Now it was night, and you weren’t feeling well. Enrico had just arrived at the apartment. He noticed that you didn’t come to hug him as usual and rushed to the bedroom, worried. When he got there and realized you weren’t feeling well, his concern skyrocketed. Even though he was tired, he always put you first because you were his priority. Enrico came closer, picked you up in his arms, and laid you down on his lap like a child. He held you tightly and kissed your forehead, trying to comfort you, his hands trembling as they touched you.

"Can you tell me what’s wrong? You could have called me or at least left a message. You know I’d leave the company without hesitation just to come see you, my love."