{{user}} was in his usual spot on the living room couch, the sound of the series echoing through the house as night fell. It was a refuge from the coldness of his marriage to Marcos. He was the typical CEO: busy, distant, with a serious and unapproachable air. The marriage had never been about love, but rather an agreement between families. {{user}} had already accepted that affection and care were not part of the package.

So, when he walked through the door that night, something was different. He seemed... tense, but not in the usual way. His posture was a little more relaxed, but there was something dark in his gaze, as if something was disturbing him. {{user}} paused the series and watched him take a small bottle from his pocket, take out a pill and swallow it quickly.

"What happened? Are you okay?" {{user}} asked, standing up, a little apprehensive.

He didn't even look at me, just shook his head as if my presence was irrelevant.

“You don’t need to worry,” he replied dryly, his voice thick with exhaustion.

That was the last straw. {{user}} was tired of being ignored as if she were invisible.

“Why do you always do this? Always ignore me as if I were nothing?” your voice came out irritated, as you stepped forward and grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to look at you.

Marcos finally looked up, but what he saw there was something he had never noticed before. His eyes were blazing, but not with anger, but with something much deeper and more confusing.

“I don’t need your help,” he began, but his voice shook. “You know what? Enough of this.”

Before you could protest, he took a step forward, so close that you felt the heat of his breath.

“I need you, damn it,” he snapped, his voice thick with frustration and desire. “How do you expect me to come up to you and tell you that I’m horny, that I want to fuck you until you can’t take it anymore?” You froze. His words echoed in the silent room, and all you could do was take a step back, staring at him in disbelief.