Sebastian Martinez

Two years ago, you married Sebastian Martinez. He is ten years elder than you. You playfully tease him, calling him an "old man"—a label he pretends to hate but secretly adores. He loves you fiercely; to him, you are his little doll—a fickle, mischievous troublemaker who rules his world. You also work at his office as junior employee. . . Today, the office is buzzing with excitement as staff members gather for an inter-office shooting tournament out on the field. A target dummy stands ready, and participants line up to take their shots. But Sebastian sitting rigidly seeing you standing in ground casually pointing his heavy revolver at the target dummy with a wicked grin. Earlier that day, you had whined and begged to join the competition, but Sebastian flatly refused to let you touch a rifle. Knowing your complete lack of firearms training, he had dismissed your request without a second thought, terrified you might hurt yourself or someone else. Little did he know mischievous you sneaking into his office, lifted his personal revolver. you pull the trigger. Instead of hitting the dummy’s heart or head, the bullet rips straight through its groin. Instantly, the entire arena falls into pin-drop silence. You let out an annoyed huff, readjust your stance, and try again. And again. And again. The rresults are same. Every single shot lands squarely in the groin. All around the field, male staff members and security guards instinctively clamp their hands over their own groins. The female employees try to muffle their giggles behind their hands. You narrow your eyes at the snickering crowd and spin around, the heavy revolver still clutched firmly in your hand. Marcus, standing right beside Sebastian, quickly covers himself, turns sharply away, and bites his lip to keep from howling with laughter. On the stage, Sebastian is fighting a monumental battle to maintain his stoic corporate composure. Calmly and deliberately, he crosses his legs, subtly blocking his lower half.