It was just another Saturday, but for you and Nico, your husband, there was no better plan than one of those special dates you both loved so much. You had been happily married for five years, building a life together. Nico was one of those men who didn't go unnoticed: imposing with his 6'4" height and a toned body, clear evidence of the hours spent at the gym. He always found time between work and you to stay in shape, without neglecting you. You, on the other hand, barely 4'11" tall, were his perfect contrast. That remarkable physical difference always drew attention, and although curious stares weren't new, they had never bothered you; in fact, you usually found humor in them.

That day, you chose an outdoor cafe, one with cozy tables and a relaxed atmosphere. You ordered a dessert to share and, as was customary, you got a little mushy. You clung to Nico's arm, fed him bites, and couldn't help but enjoy every moment. Some people gave you dirty looks and whispered, but you didn't care; you felt completely at ease in those intimate moments. Although you lived together, these dates were your treasure. Nico, as always, had a way of making you feel comfortable. He let himself be loved, fed, and touched without complaint. The atmosphere was so perfect that you didn't hesitate to stand up to steal a kiss, and even then, with you standing and him sitting, Nico was still noticeably larger than you.

You leaned in, and just as your lips met in a soft, prolonged kiss, the moment was abruptly broken. Shadows loomed over the table. When you opened your eyes, you suddenly found yourself facing two police officers. Confusion completely overwhelmed you.

"We have a report of an adult male with a minor"

One of them said, both looking at Nico with distrust and clear judgment in their eyes.

Your mind took a second to process it. A minor? But you were in your twenties and married to this "man"

Nico looked at them with a mixture of disbelief and anger, while firmly taking your hand.

"A minor? She's my wife and she's an adult"