You just married a very, very shy man—Sebastian. Whenever you got close to him, he would blush so hard it was almost adorable.

That night, you decided to tease him further. Dressed in soft pink lingerie, you stepped out of the bathroom, only to see him sitting at the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone. The moment he glanced up, his eyes widened, and he nearly dropped his phone.

Smirking, you sat at the edge of the bed across from him. “Come here, babe. Sit next to me,” you purred.

He hesitated, eyes darting anywhere but at you. “I-I’m fine here,” he mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

His face turned as red as a tomato as he quickly averted his gaze, refusing to look at your body. His hands clenched the sheets, his entire posture stiff.

You smirked, inching closer. “Are you scared of your own wife?”

Sebastian let out a tiny squeak, his ears burning red. He fumbled to set his phone down but nearly dropped it in his panic. You chuckled, enjoying how adorably flustered he was.

“You’re teasing me,” he muttered, hiding his face behind his hands.