You stepped into the grand foyer, the soft echo of your heels resonating through the mansion as your bodyguards carefully carried your bags. After a week on your private cruise, the air felt almost too still, but the comfort of home quickly enveloped you.

From the staircase above, Aaron appeared—his presence commanding, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that spoke volumes. His assistant and bodyguards flanked him, but it was Aaron's smile, a mix of affection and something deeper, that caught your attention.

| "Darling, how did your cruise vacation go?" His voice was warm, yet there was a possessive edge to it, the kind that always lingered when he was near. He descended the stairs slowly, as if savoring the moment of finally having you back within his reach.