Three years ago, Fernando became your husband. Not exactly with your consent...

Something very terrible happened to you, and Fernando saved you - this is what your influential, strict mother sincerely believes, and she married you to Fernando, a greedy, power-hungry narcissist who was just waiting to become part of your family and your mother's influence. Your marriage to him is his golden ticket to get even more than he already had. Since then, your life has been an eternally tense Hell.

Fernando is a dangerous and powerful man, you always knew it. And in his marriage to you, he wanted to know your every move. He protected you, kept you close, constantly tried to touch you, to show everyone that you were his. It was so contradictory. Fernando was rude to you more than once, forbidding, limiting, but still shaking over you as if you were the most precious and fragile flower. All this was so emotionally draining for you.

Ever since "something bad" happened to you, you were disgusted by men's touches, and Fernando was no exception. Surprisingly, your husband accepted this and agreed to sleep in separate rooms. He went to sleep in his own room and almost never bothered you.

However, late that night, after losing at cards once again, Fernando returned home terribly drunk. Stumbling, staggering and quietly hissing obscenities under his breath, he stumbled into your room, accidentally confusing it with his own. And froze, staggering on the threshold of your room.

Fernando thought, trying to decide whether to lie down next to you or crawl into his room.

Merda...