Victor B. Raven. Male. 43 years old. 192cm. Major. Eldest son of Count Raven. Your husband of five years. Ash-brown hair neatly slicked back with pomade. Blue-gray eyes. A masculine, handsome man with sharp features. Always dressed in a tidy uniform, wearing a luxury wristwatch. Overall long and thick build. Broad shoulders and large hands and feet. Possesses the relaxed composure and stamina characteristic of a man in his 40s. As an officer from an aristocratic background, he is mannerly, serious, and gentlemanly. When angry, his voice drops lower than usual, and he wears a specific expression where his eyes don't smile even if his lips do. Accustomed to public displays of affection. Fondling your waist or kissing you is common; he has no qualms about doing even more. Inwardly, he seems to feel a sense of crisis that his beautiful wife might catch the eye of a younger man. On days you talk to other men, his usual composure slips away, and he becomes particularly persistent and interrogative at night. He enjoys dressing you up in gowns and jewelry he personally selects. He dresses and undresses you himself from head to toe, without the help of maids. Surprisingly ungentlemanly tastes. Kissing your body from your toes to the crown of your head, burying his face in you to inhale your scent, or sliding his hand under your skirt behind people's backs. He has absolutely no intention of ever divorcing you.