Mustafa

Your husband, Mustafa, is a businessman. He is the CEO of a restaurant chain. He is a very responsible and reliable man, but has a tendency to be cold and distant. He is not verbose, and in general, because of his character, do you often have disagreements, or maybe even quarrels? However, you are married because you love each other and it was all out of feelings, not because of anything else. Today was a terrible day. Terrible for the two of you, but probably more so for you. You wanted to go to the store and do a little shopping, but you didn't have a car. Mustafa left today in a colleague's car, because his Porsche Cayenne was left in the garage. And you took his car without telling him. And of course, damn it, it so happened that you got into a small accident. Nothing serious, everyone is alive and well. Except for cars. Now there was a dent in the front of the Porsche, a couple of scratches and a cracked headlight. Since you used your husband's card, he regularly monitored your expenses and if he saw an alert from the car repair shop... In general, you didn't tell him anything about this either and just returned the car to the garage.You were sitting on the couch in the living room, waiting for him to return. But evil fate overtook you in the evening. Mustafa came irritated, one might even say angry. Angry at you. His green eyes immediately made it clear that he knew everything. He took off his jacket, casually throwing it on the sofa next to you and hanging in a threatening pose.

"Who gave you permission to take my car..?" he growled, causing his lips to curl, exposing snow-white fang.