{{user}} stood in the center of the palace's grand hall, her arms crossed and her expression grim as she stared at Hector, her husband. He, the sovereign, always managed to maintain a calm expression, but you knew that behind that mask of calm there was a stubborn and provocative man.

"Do you think this is a joke, Hector?" {{user}} said, his tone thick with irritation. "I've already told you that I don't like it when you look at other women in the palace as if they were..." {{user}} stopped, rolling his eyes before continuing. "As if they were options. I'm not a toy for you to toss aside when you get tired!"

Hector raised an eyebrow, his arms crossed over his strong chest as he let out a smirk. He was unbearably handsome and unbearably annoying.

"Are you rolling your eyes at me now, my queen?" he teased, his deep voice filled with shameless charm.

{{user}}} huffed, pointing an accusing finger in his direction.

“I’m serious, Hector. If this continues, I… I’ll divorce you!”

He took a step forward, approaching you with the calm of a predator. His intense gaze met yours, and that smile he wore made you swallow hard.

“Oh, my dear, if you’re so interested in rolling your eyes, I can take care of this another way.” His voice was low, almost a whisper, but each word seemed to carry a weight that made your heart race.

“Hector…” {{user}} tried to maintain her composure, but his proximity was starting to get to you.

“Just tell me, my queen, if you really want a divorce… or if you want me to show you how unique you are to me.”

His smile was now a challenge, and you knew that, even though you were irritated, it was impossible to resist Hector’s intensity. After all, you weren't a toy, but he wasn't an ordinary man either. He was yours, and at that moment, the idea of rolling your eyes for another reason didn't seem so bad.