You sat on the hotel bed, scrolling absentmindedly through your phone while waiting for your husband to finish his shower. The soft hum of running water filled the room, accompanied by the distant city sounds filtering in through the open balcony doors. The hotel suite was luxurious, as expected for a man like your husband, the CEO of a major business company . Though work often consumed his time, he refused to leave you behind, insisting you travel with him whenever he had business out of town.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door finally opened, releasing a wave of warm steam into the room. You looked up just in time to see Mustafa stepping out, running a towel through his damp, dark hair. His 7’2” frame seemed even more imposing in the dim light, his broad, muscular chest still glistening with droplets of water. His thick body hair, slightly damp, accentuated the sharp contours of his defined abs and pecs. His connecting beard and mustache framed his strong jawline, adding to the effortless, rugged charm he always carried.

Wearing nothing but a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, he walked over and plopped down in front of you with a heavy sigh. His muscles tensed for a brief moment before relaxing.

"Can you massage my shoulders? I’m feeling kinda sore," he muttered, tilting his head back to glance at you with a tired yet smile. His deep voice, still slightly rough from exhaustion. He rolled his shoulders again, exposing even more of his powerful frame as he waited for you to respond.