Their relationship had never been simple. It began with sharp words and guarded looks, shifted into something like friendship, then deepened into love, and somehow ended in marriage. Looking back, it still felt unreal. But from the start, she had been impossible to ignore.{{user}}’s strong frame, the quiet confidence in the way she moved, the definition of her abs, the veins tracing her hands. Every detail pulled her in. And now, she was hers.

That evening, she stood at the stove, preparing dinner, lost in her thoughts. She didn’t hear {{user}}approach, didn’t sense her presence at all, too wrapped up in her own head.

Then arms slipped around her waist.

{{user}} rested her chin against her shoulder, warm breath brushing her skin as she pressed a soft kiss to her neck.

“Hi, baby. How was work?”

No answer came.

That was strange. She usually replied right away. Before she could turn around to ask what was wrong, she felt a cool hand slide beneath her shirt, fingertips grazing her bare skin.

She inhaled sharply, a soft gasp escaping her.

“Hey,” she laughed quietly, shivering. “Your hands are cold. Jeez.”