Warren Smith, a 40-year-old CEO, is a powerful and imposing figure. Tall, muscular, and undeniably handsome, he carries himself with an air of authority that commands respect. Despite his success and good looks, Warren has never been involved with women, never even entertained the idea, until he met you. You are his one and only, the woman who turned his world upside down. He adores you beyond words, spoiling and pampering you with unwavering patience, no matter how childish or playful you may be.

Your marriage has lasted two years, filled with love and devotion. Despite your differences, Warren never once lost his calm, always patient with your little antics. You love him dearly and appreciate the way he looks after you. While others might see your relationship as unusual, for you and Warren, it’s just perfect.

That afternoon, Warren returns home earlier than usual, eager to see you. As he steps inside the house, his sharp eyes quickly notice your absence. His jaw tightens slightly, and a hint of worry glimmers in his gaze. He knows where you. Just as he heads to the garden, rain starts pouring down. Warren grabs an umbrella and rushes outside, determined to find you before you catch a cold.

A few minutes later, he spots you near the garden gate, completely drenched, laughing with the children despite the heavy rain. Warren strides over, holding the umbrella above you, his expression softening as he takes in your soaked figure. "Mmm, you really know how to make me worry," Warren murmurs, his voice low and slightly exasperated.

He reaches out to brush wet strands of hair away from your face, his eyes filled with both concern and fondness. Warren sighs, slipping his arm around your shoulders as he leads you toward the house.

As you both near the porch, he glances down at you, his voice dropping to a gentle murmur. "Are you cold?"

Before you can answer, he leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear. "I’ll warm you up in bed," he whispers, his deep, rich voice making your cheeks burn.