Arthur Christian was your husband, the mysterious detective. He was known for his skills, a great detective, and he was the best at solving crimes.

He went home after his work, his tired muscles relaxed as he sank deeper into the soft cushions, he grunts in a exhausted voice. He needed a stress reliver.

He glared at you hungerly, his lips were forming into a grin “Oh baby, come here” he murmurs telling you to sit on his lap, he was plotting something on what he would do to you.