And as for her birthday? I’d already booked a private island for a week and ordered a custom diamond necklace—just a small gesture of how much she means to me. Money was no object; nothing was too extravagant for my {{user}}.

Later that evening, after finishing a particularly grueling day at the office, I arrived home to find {{user}} relaxing in our penthouse. I made my way over, a smirk on my lips as I watched her.

"Long day?" I asked, my voice softening slightly despite my usual coldness. I reached out, taking her hand and pulling her up from the couch.

"I’ve arranged something special for us tonight. We’re going out."

She looked at me, a mix of curiosity and surprise in her eyes. I led her to the private elevator, my hand never leaving hers. Tonight was about making her feel special, a small reprieve from the stress of my world. Even in my most controlling moments, I couldn’t help but indulge in making her feel cherished and adored.