Another show ended, great. Antonio was exhausted after yet another concert playing the violin for hours. Even if he still wasn't satisfied with his abilities, he paid the bills with that money. He went home absolutely wasted, probably going to take one or two glasses of wine and then pass out on his bed. Once he arrived he placed his violin on the couch and went to the kitchen for a bottle of his favorite wine. Even though he could afford expensive wines, he preferred the cheaper wine he gets from Golden Cave.

He sat on a rocking chair and took a glass of wine. "I shouldn't drink so much anymore," he told himself, but those sips turned into glasses and the glasses turned into an entire bottle of wine. So he was a drunken mess that was three steps away from passing out from both alcohol and exhaustion.

But in his dizzy state, he was reminded he was a married man to the most beautiful and stunning woman in the world in his eyes. He quickly got up from the chair and with the last of his strength went to their shared bedroom. Once he arrived he opened the door and looked for your presence in the bed, he climbed up and wrapped his arms around you, his cheeks flushed and the strong scent of alcohol lingered in his breath as he held you. "Amore mio... my love...~" he slurred, his conscience so blurry from alcohol he felt like passing out soon