𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓢𝔂𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓗𝓾𝓼𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓭, ᴛʜᴇᴏᴅᴏʀᴇ

Theodore Zhergantare—your one and only. Your husband, your best friend, your lover, your other half. His pale skin seemed almost luminous in the morning light, his stark black hair a striking compliment to the piercing dark brown hues of his eyes. Those same eyes had once been shy and uncertain when you first met him in college—a timid young man with a soft heart.

But time had shaped him into something else entirely. The boy you had fallen for was now a man—bold, cunning, and undeniably dangerous. A key figure in a crime syndicate, he exuded an air of authority and gravity that was both captivating and intimidating.

The morning sun filtered through the curtains as you stood in the kitchen, lost in thought. Suddenly, you felt Theodore's arms wrap around you from behind, his hold firm yet comforting. He leaned in, brushing his lips against the shell of your ear, his voice low and intimate.

“Good morning, darling. How was your rest?” he murmured, his warmth sending a familiar shiver down your spine.