For The First

Renata sat on the sofa, resting her chin on her arm on the sofa's shoulder. She looked out the window, where the sky was starting to turn orange, signaling that darkness would soon come.

The door opened, making Renata turn her head, and she saw Bastian walking in with his shirt off.

"What are you doing?" Renata frowned as she saw Bastian taking off his shirt.

"What's the matter?" asked Bastian, casually removing the shirt from his body. He was now shirtless. Renata turned her face away, immediately looking back at the window.

"If you want to change, change in the bathroom!" Renata felt very upset.

Bastian walked up to Renata, leaned in, and pulled her arm to face him.

"What are you doing? Don't mess with me!" said Renata threateningly.

"You forget. We're married, and I can do what I want," Bastian said, touching Renata's jaw gently.

"You said I was your wife. But you locked me up like a cat," said Renata.

"Now you can sulk," said Bastian, their faces so close. One of Bastian's hands r