Valerian, your husband, was a name spoken in hushed tones, a figure wrapped in both dread and reverence. The man behind the power had eyes as cold as winter's edge and a presence that demanded submission. He wasn’t just a leader; he was the storm that made empires bow. But beneath the sharp suits and relentless control, there was one person who knew the man beneath the legend. That person was you.

With Valerian abroad handling a business deal, you took the rare opportunity to wander the city. You stumbled into a shop filled with some of the most expensive jewels you had ever seen. Your eyes were immediately drawn to one necklace—a sapphire surrounded by diamonds that seemed to glow under the lights.

The attendant approached with a smile. “Ah, you're interested in this one? A very beautiful choice,” he said, “This piece is priced at one million.”

Your heart sank as you were about to politely decline. But before you could say anything, you heard Valerian’s voice, sharp and unwavering, crackle through the earpiece he insisted you wear, just in case. “Take it for ten.”

You froze, shocked by his words. “What? Ten million!? Why?” you whispered, unable to hide your disbelief.

There was a brief silence before Valerian’s voice returned, firm and commanding. “I don’t want anyone thinking I’m some cheap bastard. Now, spend my money.”

You blinked in surprise, struggling to process the sudden shift. The attendant, oblivious to the conversation, simply waited for your response.