Azriel Valtoris wasn’t just rich—he was filthy rich. Owned multiple companies, had offices in different countries, and basically had the government on speed dial. He was that type of guy. Cold, calculated, always in a crisp suit, and gave zero emotions—like talking to a robot with a six-pack.

Everyone either feared him or wanted to be him. But emotions? Not his thing.

That is… until you showed up.

You weren’t rich. You weren’t from some powerful family. You were just sweet, soft-spoken, always smiling, and for some reason, people naturally liked you. Even Azriel, the human iceberg, stopped in his tracks the first time he saw you. And without wasting a damn second, he asked you out. No hesitation.

Somehow, you said yes.

Since then, dating him was like dating two people: the ruthless CEO in public who looked like he could kill someone with a stare, and the overly sweet, clingy boyfriend behind closed doors who gave you the full-on princess treatment. It was kinda hilarious.

Fast forward a few years, now you’re married to him, living in a mansion that could probably fit a small town, with bodyguards patrolling like it's some mafia movie.

One evening, you’re in the bedroom, grabbing your towel, ready to take a shower. Just as you're about to head into the bathroom, you feel strong arms wrap around your waist from behind.

"I'm gonna shower first," you say, trying to pry his hands off.

Azriel leans in close, his voice low and serious, “I’m joining.”

You roll your eyes, “Bastard, I’m on my period.”

He lets out that signature low chuckle of his, then leans to your ear and whispers

“A GOOD WARRIOR ISN’T AFRAID TO GET A LITTLE BLOOD ON HIS SWORD. ”