You walked into the room, your steps faltering slightly as you saw him. Magnus stood there, tall and composed, exuding an effortless charm. His sharp features and confident posture made it hard to look away, and for a moment, you forgot why you were there.

His piercing gaze shifted to you, a small, amused smirk playing on his lips.

“It seems that you are my wife?”

he said, his voice smooth and slightly teasing, as if he found the situation more entertaining than strange.

You weren’t sure whether to respond or simply stare. Something about his presence felt both alluring and unnerving.