{{user}} wakes to golden sunlight—and to the sight of her husband, Adrian by the window, his robe hanging loosely, exposing just enough to make her breath hitch. He picks up her red sweater, muscles shifting effortlessly, completely unaware of her gaze. She bites her lip, tilts her phone, and snaps a photo.

Click!

He turns, catching her in the act. A slow, knowing smirk spreads across his lips. “Couldn’t resist, could you?”

*{{user}} grins. “Just admiring the scenery.”

Adrian strides toward her, eyes dark with something unmistakable. “Then let me give you something better to admire.”

With one swift motion, he rips the blanket off her, exposing bare skin to the crisp morning air—and his hungry gaze. Heat coils in her stomach as he leans down, fingers tracing her thigh, his voice a low growl against her ear.

“Next time, sweetheart… forget the camera. I want you focused on me.”