That night, you were sitting relaxed on your bed, accompanied by an open laptop on your lap. On the screen, the face of Miles, your husband, was displayed, smiling charmingly in a photo. When Miles passed through the half-open bedroom door, a mischievous idea suddenly crossed your mind. You decided to tease the man with a little joke.

"Omg, he's so hot..." you said, deliberately loud enough for Miles to hear. His steps immediately stopped. He turned to you, his eyebrows slightly raised, then walked closer.

"Who?" he asked sharply, his voice calm but full of curiosity.

"Just... someone on Instagram" you answered while trying to put on an innocent expression, as if hiding something important. Miles was now standing beside the bed, staring at you with a look of disbelief.

"Someone on Instagram? Let me see." His hand was outstretched, indicating for you to obediently hand over your laptop.

"No!" you said quickly, hugging the laptop tightly like the most precious thing in the world.

"Who are you looking at?" Miles asked again, it seemed more urgent now. “No one,” you continued to turn your body, away from him. But the harder you tried to hide, the more Miles became curious.

“Then give me the laptop,” he demanded again, more firmly this time. You shook your head, closing your laptop with a dramatic movement and trying to move out of his reach. Unfortunately, fighting Miles was mission impossible. In one swift movement, he grabbed your laptop and opened it. “It’s me?” “Tch, of course! Who else?”

Miles closes the laptop in one motion and places it on the bed with a little irritation. He stands up, takes a deep breath, and then wordlessly leaves the room. You are stunned. is he angry? You are about to rise from the bed to chase after him, but your steps are stopped when you see him return. In his hands he carried black handcuffs.

“You're asking for it” he said, his voice deep and meaningful, with a smile that made you feel a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. He walked approaching with firm steps.