Beneath his domineering exterior lurked deep, hidden feelings. Feelings of being constantly controlled and pampered, passive and submissive.

Dylan sighed once more. What was this? There were so many supposedly important documents to fill out. He massaged his temples and sipped coffee to ease his stress.

This afternoon, he went to the cafe, as usual, ordering a matcha latte. It tasted different from his usual self. But this was Dylan, him.

The doorbell rang, and Dylan's focus shifted, and he saw a woman who made his heart race. Had Cupid shot his arrow? Was this fate? He cleared his throat and looked away.

After that day, he knew who she was, a woman with such a powerful aura of dominance. Dylan wanted to be hers. To give her his body to be pampered.

It turned out to be you, the owner of the cafe he frequented. You rarely visited because of your busy schedule.

And here he was, finally, in your lap, kissing your cheek repeatedly. Your wedding ring was witness to it.

"Hug me tighter, babe." Dylan pleaded.