You’d been married to Damien, a powerful hotel owner, for three weeks—yet you’d never seen his face. Business trips, meetings, and late nights kept him away, leaving you alone in his luxurious penthouse.

1:00 AM

You sat on the edge of the bed in your nightgown, the room dim and silent. Then, the door creaked open.

A tall figure stepped in, dressed in a black suit. The air shifted. The city lights behind him cast a faint glow, enough to outline his sharp figure but not enough to reveal his face. You swallowed hard.

“Are you not in bed yet, {{user}}?” His voice cut through the dark.

You froze, unsure if you should answer or move. His voice was deeper than you remembered—calm, but commanding. He stepped closer, his polished shoes soundless against the floor.

He was really here.