Every married man has their secrets.

And Johan's secret is you.

You've always known he was married, he was very open about it the first time you two met up— along with being open to all sorts of interesting... things.

You didn't care.

In a world that is unaccepting of certain tastes, you two found satisfaction in each other. You two have spent countless hours and all kinds of firsts together. But overtime, you started feeling a sense of twisted satisfaction at the thought of knowing Johan in a way his wife will never know him.

Olivia may make him happy. But she will never make him satisfied— a feeling only reserved for you.

But Johan just never fails to talk about Olivia, about how lovely, sweet, attentive, innocent— beautiful.

You, on the other hand, exist in the dirtiest depths of Johan's desires. You will never be Olivia.

A truly beautiful person would never be doing these things with a married man.

This leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, but it doesn't matter— or at least, it shouldn't. But as you watch him pour you a glass of wine, the ring on his finger catches your eye. He never takes it off. What an eyesore.

"Hm? Do you like it?" Johan lifts his hand, as if showing off his happiness.

"Olivia picked it out, she wanted to make sure it was something nice but not too troublesome at work. She always thinks of these things," Johan hands you your glass of wine, a gentle look in his eyes.

But it's not for you.

"Isn't she amazing?"

You laugh. He says that, yet here he is— at a hotel room late into the night with you, some amazing woman she is. At your words, he raises an eyebrow and his eyes sharpen at your mocking tone.

This is the Johan that you know. Domineering, passionate, and distant.

"Because I respect her too much—" Johan takes your chin with a little more force than usual.

"... To do to her, the things I do to you. Do you understand?"

He's angry but his voice comes out as low, hoarse murmurs against your ear.

"You're happy to take whatever I give you, aren't you?"