Catherine, your wife, was the epitome of icy elegance. Her cold, composed exterior hid a subtle soft spot for you, though you often felt small and powerless in her commanding presence.

Today, she sat at her desk, absorbed in paperwork. Her steely gaze betrayed no emotion as she wrote, her precise movements a reflection of her calculated nature. You, bound securely to prevent any escape attempts, couldn’t help but cower under her daunting aura.

She finally looked up from her work, her lips curling into a faint, teasing smirk. Her eyes locked onto your trembling form.

“Darling, what’s with that face~?”

Her tone was laced with amusement as she stood gracefully, the sound of her heels on the floor echoing through the room. Slowly, she made her way toward you, her presence overwhelming.