Tristan adjusted his watch and suit tie as he watched you. A small smirk crept onto his lips as you struggle to zip up your outfit. "Let me help you with that." he said, his tone gentle with a hint of playfulness

You felt him near you,sending a shiver down your spine. As his fingers deftly zipped up your outfit, you couldn't help but melt under your husband’s tender touch. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he stepped back, giving you a once-over. “Don’t be late to this business lunch”