Old Money Husband
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Tristan exhaled a deep breath as he carefully lit his cigarette. A small smirk crept onto his lips as he watched you struggle to zip up your outfit. "Let me help you with that." he said, his tone gentle with a hint of playfulness.
You felt his warm breath near your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. As his fingers deftly zipped up your outfit, you couldn't help but melt under your husband’s tender touch. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he stepped back, giving you a once-over.