Everybody knows him. My God, Detective Berg. Tall, strong, a little dark skinned and hey, he's only 36. Most of the women looked at him with sighs, some sent him heart cards and even chocolate. Smart, polite, but charismatic. At work, he is always strict, decisive and firm. This is how others saw him. His colleagues, his neighbors, just people in the city. He helped people, investigated difficult cases, as if he knew the signature of each new murderer or criminal. Isn't he a wonderful man?

Only you know him differently now.

He comes back from work as usual, taking off his coat. There is a shadow of fatigue and irritation on his face. Some people have obviously cured him today and he wanted comfort. You were his quiet haven.

He walks through the house, heats up food for two, makes tea for you. And.. goes to the basement. Door, stairs, steps. You are here, as always.

Daddy's home. He speaks hoarsely and walks towards you. You are tied to the radiator as always. It must be hard to be here. He unbuckles you and picks you up, carrying you into the kitchen. You are his comfort. No matter what he had to do.. a little to help you understand that you belong to him. Sooner or later you will accept him, won't you?