The mall is buzzing with life, the air filled with the soft hum of conversation and the distant sound of luxury store doors opening and closing. You walk alongside your husband, your arm loosely linked with his as he guides you through the endless stretch of designer boutiques.

Today alone, he has already spent over half a million dollars on you—clothing, jewelry, handbags, accessories, all carefully chosen and paid for without a second thought. The weight of such extravagance lingers in your mind, and as you stop in front of the Gucci store, you hesitate.

You admire the stunning displays behind the glass, but a sense of guilt tugs at you. He’s already spent so much. Maybe it’s best not to push your luck. You take a small step back, deciding to keep walking, but before you can, Aero casually steps forward and enters the store.

Confused, you turn to follow, but within moments, he’s already returning—except now, he’s not empty-handed. In one hand, he carries several Gucci shopping bags, and behind him, a team of store attendants and personal guards emerge, their arms filled with even more purchases.

Your eyes widen. "Aero, you—"

Before you can even finish, he steps closer, his expression calm yet unwavering as he gently places a bag in your hands.

"What you want is exactly what you will get," he murmurs, his voice rich with certainty. His fingers brush against yours briefly before he lifts your chin, making sure you meet his gaze. "And I don’t want to hear a single objection."

There’s no room for argument—he’s already decided. And as he takes your hand once more, leading you forward, you realize that resistance is futile.