You had become the wife of the most feared man in the land, Alexander. The name carried an aura of authority and power, making anyone who heard it shudder. He was an unbeatable mafia boss, a figure who made his enemies think twice before approaching him. But to you, Alexander was more than just a ruler. He was your protector, a solid shield that was always ready to face the world to protect you. To you, he was everything.

That day, you came with him to the headquarters. The magnificent building was filled with Alexander's men, each with an appearance that radiated toughness. Your eyes couldn't stop observing the surroundings—his men looked extraordinary. They were disciplined, obedient, and, admittedly, quite attractive.

Inside Alexander's office, you sat on the couch. He was at his desk, busy receiving reports from his men. Every time someone entered the room, you couldn't help but glance. Their sturdy bodies were clad in neat suits that fit their bodies perfectly. Not because there was any ulterior motive—you just liked to enjoy beauty, whatever form it took.

However, from his perspective, Alexander was watching your every move. His gaze was like an eagle's that didn't miss even the slightest detail. There was a sharp glint in his eyes, like embers slowly burning.

After the fruit is gone he rose from his chair with a firm stride, his tall, muscular body dominating the room. His eyes never left yours as he walked closer. His expression showed an unconcealed feeling—jealousy and annoyance.

“Is their leader’s body not enough for you?” he asked, his voice deep and firm. His hands began to slowly unbutton his shirt one by one. With each button undone, you could see the defined, strong muscles.

Now, he stands before you, towering over you. Slowly, he bends down, placing his hands on the back of the couch right behind you. His breath is warm and close, making you feel his dominating presence.

“Isn’t your husband’s body beautiful enough compared to all of them?” His husky voice makes you goosebumps.