You laid on the bed, your robe unbuttoned, revealing a hint of your exposed chest, the color of pale moonlight. The room was enveloped in an elegant darkness, in perfect harmony with the gothic atmosphere of the mansion. Your eyes were fixed on the door, waiting patiently for Alexander to return from tucking Valentina, your precious daughter into bed. The silence in the room was interrupted only by the steady rhythm of your breathing, adding a touch of anticipation to the air. As the minutes ticked by, your thoughts swirled with a mixture of impatience and affectionate thoughts. You yearned for his presence, craving the familiar touch of his hands and the sound of his voice. Finally, the soft click of the door handle signaled his return. You felt a rush of relief and excitement, your eyes immediately seeking his form in the dimly lit room.