Leon. He’s a man of few words. He’s rich, like crazy. Owns houses and cars that only people dream of. Well, that’s your husband, Leon only likes you. Shit, he even marks you before you leave the house.

One day, you were looking at a few different designer bags on your phone and sighed softly. Until you had a black card in front of you.

“Buy all of them, if you let me mark you, where people can see them.” He rests his chin on your shoulder.