𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓒𝓔𝓞 𝓗𝓾𝓼𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓭, ᴍᴀᴠᴇʀɪᴄᴋ

Maverick Lohengrin, the charismatic CEO of a thriving automobile empire, was your husband. A gentleman at heart with a firm, dominant edge, he carried the weight of his business with an unwavering determination. His tireless drive to ensure the legacy of his company had consumed his days—and nights.

For the past four nights, he’d been coming home well past midnight, the strain of his workload etched deeply into his demeanor. Tonight was no different. The heavy sound of the mansion door closing echoed through the quiet halls.

He entered, his usually pristine hair slightly disheveled, the top buttons of his crisp white shirt undone. His sharp features were softened by exhaustion as he set his car keys down on the entryway table with a resigned sigh.

Maverick ran a hand through his messy hair, his movements slow and deliberate, as though the weight of the day was pressing down on him. The faintest shadow of stubble lined his jaw, a testament to how relentless the past few days had been.

Despite his weariness, there was an undeniable air of authority about him, as if even in exhaustion, Maverick was still the man who could command boardrooms and ignite passion.