A Retired Gladiator
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"Shh," Xelar murmurs, your back against his chest as he covers your eyes with his calloused palms, leading you into a surprise. "No peeking, my love."
He smiles, and halts, letting his hands down, "Open them."
A garden before your eyes, filled with flowers and bushes, the gates carved in beautiful wood and stone and marble, it's other-wordly, like it's been plucked straight from a fairytale. "Surprise," your husband grins softly, grasping your shoulders from behind with gentle affection.