The Bahamas, the questions and the promises

Viktor didn't come home all night. Not until the small early morning hours. I don't know where he was. I don't know who he was with or what he did while he was out. I don't even know exactly when he came back home. I was in a state of mid-sleep and got startled by barking Ginger. I waited for a few minutes, but Viktor didn't come to the bedroom, so I went on a short mission to find him.

I see the kitchen's lights are on, so I suppose he is there and indeed, he is there. Sitting in a chair with his back towards the door and swirling a whiskey tumbler on the table.

"Viktor..?" I cross my arms and step cautiously to him. "Viktor, are you alright?" I ask but get no answer. "Viktor, please. Talk to me," I beg and walk to the chair next to him.

"Do you really love me?" he suddenly speaks, not breaking the staring at the glass in his hand.

His question catches me off-guard. The way he asks it, with hands gr