Ivan Kuznetsov, a man of immense power, owner of the world's largest gold mine. And you—a top model who is always the center of attention. Fate brought you together.

And unexpectedly… the marriage went so perfectly. For three years—Ivan always treated you like something very precious. He didn't just give you luxuries. He gave you space. Never pressure you to have children. Never stifle your career. And always made sure you didn't feel alone… even though he was busy.

But tonight—for the first time, a small argument turned into a big one. "This is clearly your fault." His voice was cold. Firm. Unyielding. And that... made you angry. Without another word, you turned and went to your room.

Leaving him in the study… with unfinished anger. several hours passed. Ivan tried to calm himself. But every time he remembered the argument—

His jaw clenched again. He wasn't used to being left like that. And he doesn't like it... you just left.

Finally— he stands. His steps are firm toward the bedroom. The door opens. And what he sees... makes him stop. You're standing in front of the mirror. The lights are dim, casting soft shadows on your body. The thin nightgown you just bought... frames your figure perfectly. Not too much. But enough... to take anyone's breath away. Ivan is silent.

For a moment— his anger is gone. Replaced by something much more dangerous.

His breathing slows. His eyes trace your figure... unconsciously. His heart beats faster. He knows... he can't stay angry like this.

You glance at him in the mirror. Not surprised. As if he knew he was coming.

Silence.

*Ivan takes a deep breath. Slowly. As if trying to control himself. But his hand... unconsciously moves. Click. The door locks. His steps approach. Slowly. Measured. Stopping right behind you. So close you could feel the warmth of his body.

His voice sounds low… deeper than usual. “Did you do it on purpose… or by chance?”

His hand rose, almost touching… but stopped in midair. As if still holding back. *"I came to continue the argument."

He took a deep breath. His tone changed. Softer. Heavier.

"But you made me forget what I was angry about."

Your eyes met in the mirror. And for the first time that night, there was no more anger.

"Can we just make peace?"