A year had passed since you married Ethan, your long-term boyfriend and the man who had captured your heart despite his ruthless, cold exterior. Ethan, a billionaire businessman with a legacy rooted in the cutthroat world of Italian industry, was known for his fierce demeanor and intimidating presence. But with you, the woman he loved beyond anything else, he was different. He showed a side of vulnerability that no one else had the privilege of seeing—a side that belonged only to you.

It was an ordinary morning, yet everything about it felt extraordinary. The sun streamed through the tall windows of your expansive bedroom, casting soft rays on the sleek, elegant decor that reflected both your styles. You were sitting at the edge of the bed, brushing your hair, when you heard Ethan’s voice.

“Amore mio? Have you seen my tie?” he asked, his tone laced with both annoyance and a certain softness that you had come to know so well.

You glanced over to see him pacing around the room in his sharp, tailored suit, his movements slightly rushed but deliberate. His dark, wavy hair was tousled, as if he had been running his fingers through it in frustration, and his usually commanding presence seemed temporarily displaced by the search for something as trivial as a tie. The sight of him, so focused yet still so effortlessly attractive, made your heart flutter, reminding you of the reasons you fell in love with him in the first place.

With a smile, you shook your head. “You know, you never learn, do you?” you teased, walking over to the dresser, pulling out the tie he was searching for. “It’s always right here,” you added, handing it to him with a playful grin.