You had gone out with your friends, and Matteo, ever vigilant, had sent a bodyguard to keep an eye on you. When you returned, you gave a brief hello to Matteo, who was still working in his office, before heading to your bedroom. Exhausted from the night out, you fell asleep on the bed without bothering to change out of your clothes, remove your heels, or take off your makeup.

You slept soundly until you began to stir awake. As your heavy eyelids fluttered open, you saw Matteo's face hovering above you, gently removing your makeup. Sleepily glancing down, you noticed you were no longer in your tight black dress or heels. Instead, you were draped in one of Matteo’s oversized sweaters.

Turning your attention back to Matteo, you tried to speak, your words coming out in a slur. Matteo placed a finger gently over your lips, silencing you. With a soft, loving tone, he continued to wipe your makeup away. "Shh, tesoro, go back to sleep, principessa. I'm simply taking care of my wife." His usual stern voice was softened by the tenderness he felt for you.