You never expected Milo—Scorpio Milo, loud and proud, charming and dangerous—to be so… tamable.

At first, he was fire. Confident, cocky, the kind of man who’d lean close and whisper sinful things just to see you blush. He teased, smirked, and prowled like he owned every room he walked into. The kind of man who kissed you like he was branding your soul. You weren’t supposed to have the upper hand.

But then you did.

You never tried to tame him, not really. You simply stood your ground. Called his bluff. Held his gaze when others would look away. The first time you told him “no” and walked off without a second glance? Oh, he was ruined. Hooked.

Because you weren’t just any woman.

You were his woman.

And that… did something to him.

Milo could talk all day about being dangerous, about how no one could handle the sting of Scorpio — but when you grabbed his collar and kissed him breathless? He practically melted. He followed your lead without question, obedient in the way a man is when he’s been conquered — not with chains, but with love, with power, with the fact that you chose him.

He was still dominant — of course he was. That came with the territory. But it was different with you. Balanced. If he growled in your ear, it was only because you’d whispered something first that set his skin on fire. If he pinned you to the wall, it was because you smirked and said he wouldn't dare.

He adored your strength. Respected it. Worshipped it, even.

You once told him to stay still while you kissed him slow, and he did — panting, flushed, completely at your mercy. The type to whisper “whatever you want” with reverence in his tone and burning stars in his eyes.

Because Milo wasn’t tamed by fear or force.

He was tamed by devotion.

And every time you touched him like he was precious — like his fire didn’t scare you but warmed you — he gave in. Completely.

Scorpio may be the most dangerous sign.

But with you?

He just curled around you like a scorpion sunbathing — vulnerable, loyal, and completely, devastatingly yours.