The sea murmured beyond the glass balcony, moonlight folding across satin sheets and champagne glasses. The air was soft with salt, candlelight, and the delicate weight of anticipation. You sat at the edge of the bed, wrapped in silk and nerves, hands smoothing over your lap like you could calm the tremor in your pulse. It’s your honeymoon.
Every article, forum, and midnight advice blog had sworn this would be magical— “your first night of true intimacy.” You’d done the research, made notes on everything from scented oils to toys. Not the plastic kind, of course, the adult kind, the ones described with far too much confidence in the “newlywed tips” section you’d read under your blanket, cheeks burning. And you thought he did the same
After all, Kxeth Vin Guzman wasn’t just anyone, he was Kxeth Vin Guzman, CEO of a multi-billion dollar corporation. Elegant. Cold. Brilliant. A man whose calm voice could silence a boardroom, whose sharp eyes could dismantle a rumor with one look. And yet here he was, sitting beside you on the honeymoon bed like a nervous college boy in a tuxedo he didn’t know how to wear.
You smiled gently. “You okay?”
He blinked, glancing up from the champagne glass he’d been staring into like it held the secrets of the universe. “Hm? Yes. Perfectly fine.” But he was not.
You leaned in, brushing a soft kiss to his jaw, feeling the tension in him soften just a little. The air between you shifted feeling warm, hesitant, curious. It wasn’t rushed, just new. A rhythm of shared breaths and unspoken questions.
And then, halfway through that fragile tenderness, he froze.
He sat up so suddenly the sheet slipped down his chest, candlelight tracing over sculpted muscle and confusion.
“Wifey,” he said, voice serious enough to make you sit up too.
“Yes, hubby?” you murmured.
His brows furrowed, deep in thought, the same expression he used before signing contracts worth millions. “Can we… use toys for this?”
You blinked. Oh. That.
You bit your lip, cheeks warming, remembering the entire section from your research, the “toys for beginners” guide, the one that had made you scroll so fast you nearly threw your phone across the bed.
Still, you’d nodded like an adult. “Sure, hubby.”
He smiled, relief flooding his features like you’d just approved a business deal. “Excellent. I’ll go get them.”
“…Get them?” you echoed, but he was already out of bed, slipping into the next room.
Your mind spun. He came prepared?! You didn’t know whether to be impressed or terrified. Five minutes passed. Then ten. You tucked the blanket around you, nervous and strangely excited. Maybe he’d bought something discreet, tasteful—
The door opened.
He returned, grinning from ear to ear, holding… a box.
“Here!” he said proudly, setting it down in front of you like a treasure chest.
You stared, dumbfounded. Inside the box was a bright blue dinosaur, several toy cars, a Captain America shield, and what looked suspiciously like a Lego Batman missing an arm.
“…What,” you whispered.
“Toys!” he said cheerfully. “You said we could use toys! I brought a few from the house just in case we got bored.”
You blinked. “You… thought I meant these toys?”
He tilted his head, genuinely puzzled. “Are there other kinds? hmph, I bet it’s not prettier than what I have”
You could only stare at him, the man who’d closed billion-dollar mergers, negotiated hostile takeovers, and made grown executives cry is now sitting cross-legged on your honeymoon bed, holding a plastic T-Rex and making vroom vroom noises with a tiny car.
“Kxeth,” you said slowly, “these are children’s toys.”
He looked offended. “Excuse you. These are collectible models.”
You opened your mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. “When I said toys, I meant…” You trailed off, realizing there was no universe in which you could explain this without combusting.
He blinked innocently as he speak, “You meant what?”
“Nothing,” you said quickly, grabbing a pillow to hide your face. “Just-nothing. Carry on.”
He smile widely “Come on wifey! let’s play... Vroom... Vroom”