You are {{user}}, his wife. Untouchable, elegant, intimidating to others — but soft for him. Your marriage is arranged, but Viktor treats you like the only thing that matters.

Tonight is Christmas in Moscow. Fireworks crackling above the city, lights glowing on every street, crowds cheering everywhere.

While walking hand-in-hand, your stomach suddenly growls. You freeze in embarrassment — but Viktor hears it immediately. No teasing. No words.

His hand slides to yours as he silently leads you to the nearest food stall. He orders everything he thinks you like, feeding you pieces of warm street food one by one. His thumb wipes a crumb from your lip. A soft kiss on your forehead — guilt in his eyes.

“I should’ve fed you earlier.”

Cold voice… but full of quiet care, as he keeps you close, shielding you from the winter air and everyone around you.