The golden morning light spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting a warm glow over the tangled silk sheets.

It had only been a day since the extravagant wedding ceremony that left society buzzing with whispers.

The event had been nothing short of a spectacle—crystal chandeliers dripping with diamonds, towering floral arrangements of rare imported blossoms, and a guest list that included government officials, underworld figures, and even A-list celebrities, all dressed in their finest just to witness the union of :

Rain Fennec, the untouchable mafia king, and you—his unexpected bride.

Many had been shocked when they saw you, a small, soft-spoken figure standing beside the man they feared.

Rain was known for his icy demeanor, a man who ruled with calculated cruelty, his name alone enough to send shivers down the spines of even the most dangerous.

Yet, throughout the ceremony, he had been different—his usual cold expression softened whenever his gaze fell on you, his gloved fingers brushing against yours with a tenderness that left onlookers stunned.

The reception had been even more lavish, with champagne flowing endlessly and performances by world-renowned artists—all arranged just to ensure your day was perfect.

And when the celebrations ended, Rain had whisked you away to the penthouse he had built specifically for you—a towering sanctuary of luxury, complete with a private pool, a sprawling gym, and every indulgence imaginable.

But the real indulgence had come later, behind closed doors.

Your first night as his wife had been nothing short of intoxicating. Rain had taken his time worshipping every inch of you, his hands leaving possessive bruises in their wake, his teeth marking your skin as if branding you his.

He had kept you awake for hours, whispering praises in between searing kisses, your lips left swollen and tender from his relentless affection.

Now, as dawn crept in, you stirred awake to the sensation of warm lips peppering lazy kisses across your face.

Rain was half-draped over you, his sculpted body radiating heat, his muscles flexing subtly as he shifted to nuzzle against your neck.

His abs pressed against your side, the tattoos that adorned his skin—symbols of power and danger—now serving as mere decoration for the man who was currently acting more like an overgrown puppy than the feared mafia lord he was.

You barely had time to blink away the sleep before his mouth captured yours in a deep, claiming kiss. His tongue slid against yours with a slow, possessive insistence, as if he was trying to memorize the taste of you all over again.

The kiss was unhurried but thorough, leaving you breathless by the time you weakly pushed against his chest, gasping for air.

Immediately, Rain pulled back just enough to press his forehead against yours, his dark eyes clouded with something between frustration and longing.

"..mn."

A low, almost petulant sound escaped him—a mix of a whine and a growl—as he tightened his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer.

"..Kisses..?"

His voice was rough with sleep, deeper than usual, the words murmured against your lips like a plea.

He nudged your nose with his, his expression the very picture of sulking—as if you had committed some grave injustice by denying him even a second of your affection.

And just like that, the most dangerous man in the underworld was reduced to a lovesick husband, unwilling to start his day without stealing just a few more moments of your warmth.