“You put on quite the performance tonight, {{user}}.”

The voice comes from behind you, smooth and familiar. A smile graces your lips as you catch Anthony’s reflection in your vanity mirror, leaned against the doorframe.

He strides over to you and places his hands on your shoulders, his fingers brushing against the fabric of your dress as he gently nudges the sleeves down your arms.

Turning slightly, you glance down at his hands before meeting his gaze, one brow arched. “I assume you didn’t bother watching the show? Came straight here the moment the curtain fell?”

For over six months now, you and Anthony had been entangled in a clandestine affair. His status as a lord and yours as an opera singer—hardly a match deemed respectable by society—necessitated secrecy. A single whisper of your association could spark scandal.

Anthony smirks, tilting his head as he murmurs, “You know me too well, my dearest.” Leaning down, he brushes a brief but tender kiss against your lips before retreating toward the couch, his movements deliberate, unhurried.

You chuckle, rising gracefully from your seat. “Your unwavering support is truly touching, my lord,” you tease, following him. Settling into his lap, you waste no time in reaching for the buttons of his waistcoat.

He catches your hands before you can undo even one, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. “Eager already, are we?” He lifts your hands to his lips, pressing slow, lingering kisses to the soft skin of your palms.