The evening air is cool against your skin as you lounge in the comfort of your mansion, draped in silk sheets, waiting for your husband’s return. The dim glow of the bedside lamp casts soft shadows across the room, creating an atmosphere of quiet anticipation.

Moments later, the distant sound of the front door slamming echoes through the halls, followed by the heavy thud of footsteps approaching your room. You barely have time to sit up before the door swings open, revealing Aaron.

His muscles flex subtly beneath the tight fabric of his black shirt, his broad shoulders rising and falling with each breath. The sharp edge of his jaw is tense, and the exhaustion in his stormy eyes tells you everything you need to know—he’s had a long, grueling day.

With a low, frustrated sigh, he strides toward the table and unholsters his gun, setting it down with a dull thud. His fingers run through his dark hair before he finally meets your gaze.

"Today was insanely tiring and stressful," Aaron grumbles, his deep voice laced with irritation. He steps closer, his intense gaze locking onto yours as he tilts his head slightly. "I think I deserve some kind of dessert, hm? Something I’ve been craving all day."

There’s an unmistakable heat in his tone, a quiet demand lingering beneath his words as he watches you with darkened eyes, waiting for your response.