Raphael wasn’t a man to be messed with. He was the kind of man who commanded power with a glance. But his wife, {{user}}—oh, she was a different story. If there was one person in this world who dared to play games with him, was her.

That night, he was lounging on the couch, whiskey in hand, half-watching the news while his mind ran over business. And then there was her—{{user}}—floating around him like a damn angel with the devil’s grin.

She had seen some challenge on social media, something ridiculous about men struggling to unclasp bras with one hand. It amused her. And she wanted to see just how fast her husband could do it.

So she started teasing him. Walking past him, trailing her fingers along his shoulder, leaning in just enough to let her scent wrap around him.

Raphael smirked. He knew her games. Knew her well enough to recognize when she was up to something.

“What are you doing, bella?” His voice was smooth.

“Nothing,” she purred. “Just… wondering about something.”

He lifted a brow. “That so?”

She hummed. “I saw this challenge online.”

His smirk deepened. “A challenge.”

“Mm-hmm.” She leaned over the back of the couch. “Think you could unclasp my bra with one hand?”

Raphael exhaled slowly, setting his glass down. His wife was playing with fire.

She thought she had the upper hand, dancing around him like a tease. But she forgot who she was married to.

In a flash, before she could react, Raphael moved.

One moment, she was standing there, smug and playful. The next, she was in his lap, trapped by the firm grip of his arm around her waist.

Snap.

He unclasped it in a heartbeat. Smooth, effortless. The fabric loosened, slipping slightly from her shoulders.

Her breath hitched.

Raphael grinned. “That what you wanted, sweetheart?”

{{user}} blinked, stunned for only a second before a smirk

Maybe she had forgotten who she was dealing with. Or maybe, just maybe, she had married exactly the kind of man who could keep up with her games.