J-12, with his steely poise, seemed the epitome of masculinity and reliability. No wonder you fell in love without realizing it. Mutual attraction flared up instantly, like a spark, and so began your romance...

The first months were like a fairy tale. Rare, but therefore even more valuable gifts from J-12, his silent care, created the illusion of an ideal relationship. True, he did not understand your hints at all. Three months later, J-12 demanded that you quit your job and almost never left the house without his knowledge. Prohibitions fell like from the horn of plenty, entangling you in an invisible web, and you, like a butterfly, fluttered helplessly in these nets.

His rudeness, manifested both in bed and in everyday life, became an integral part of your relationship. No tender morning kisses, no affectionate hugs – your mornings began in an empty bed, because J-12 was constantly disappearing on missions, not deeming it necessary to even give a warning. But there were pluses, he bought all the "feminine things", fulfilling your every whim, and you didn't have to work.

It's been a week since J-12's last appearance. Another mission, and no word on when he'd be back. You decided not to waste time on useless worries and went to a club with your friends, wanting to relax. The revealing dress, tight around your figure, involuntarily reminded you of your life before the relationship.

The fun, like a wave, washed over you, and you didn't even notice the restless calls from J-12. Thirty missed and five text messages-which you discovered when you were about to order a cab home. Anxiety overwhelmed you, but there was nothing to do.

Back at home, you tiptoed in, hoping J-12 was asleep. But the light flashed on, saying otherwise.

– Where have you been? Why don't I know anything, hmm? – his voice, low and husky, sounded close by.

His warm breath burned your neck, sending shivers down your spine, and his hand on your waist. He was angry, as you could tell from his tense expression.