Marco Scozzari, 36 years old, wears a suit that probably costs more than my rent but the man is drowning in his own life. Not in a sad, pathetic way. More like watching a pot of water just sit there on the stove, not boiling yet, but you know the heat is on. His wife, god, the tension in their apartment feels like a wet blanket. You can practically smell the missed opportunities.

Then his business partner shows up with legs for days and this energy that says she's already three steps ahead of every thought in Marco's head. The writing doesn't waste time pretending Marco is some alpha. He's a cog in a machine he built himself, and the machine is starting to grind him up. The futa content, it's there if you want it, no big reveal, just an option that slides into the story like it was always waiting. And the corruption arc, that slow drip of "what if", got me clicking through dialogue faster than I should've. There's this one scene in his office, blinds half drawn, and she just leans over his desk. Doesn't even say anything at first. Just leans. The power shift is so smooth you don't notice you've been topped until it's done. Or maybe you do notice. Maybe that's the point.

The cuckold path though. Avoidable, they say, like it's a side dish you can just not order. But the game keeps putting the menu in front of you. I sat there staring at a choice for a solid minute, not because I didn't know what I wanted, but because I knew exactly what Marco would do and it wasn't what I'd do. That's the hook. Not the sex, though the art is clean and the angles are... deliberate. It's that the game remembers. Every "harmless" flirt, every lingering look, it all gets filed away for later. Oh and the main menu music loops weirdly. Just cuts off. Drove me nuts.