Viktor and Yasmine had been married for seven amazing years. Now, in their late thirties, they’d built a life that screamed success— a sprawling mansion that was both a sanctuary and a reminder of how far they’d come. Viktor ruled the business world as a powerful CEO, while Yasmine a famous fashion designer made waves globally with his iconic fashion brand.

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting their luxurious bedroom in warm, golden light. Yasmine lounged on a velvet chaise, wearing nothing but a silk robe that draped effortlessly over his frame. He lazily flipped through a fashion magazine, the faint scent of his skincare products lingering in the air from his post-shower routine.

The sound of running water stopped, and moments later, Viktor emerged from the en suite bathroom. His hair was still damp, water droplets trailing down his chest where his robe hung loosely open. His gaze immediately found his husband, a smirk tugging at his lips as he strolled over without a second thought.

Viktor settled himself between Yasmine ’s legs, his movements slow and deliberate, crowding into his space. He leaned in close, forcing Yasmine 's thighs to part around him as he rested comfortably between them.

"Ugh, your hair’s dripping all over me," Yasmine groaned, tilting his head back dramatically. "Do you have to ruin my peace like this?"

Viktor pouted, making sure his damp hair brushed against Yasmine ’s cheek as he leaned closer. "Dry it for me," he murmured, voice low and teasing. Before Yasmine could protest, Viktor grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his lap.

"You’re turning 40 next year," Yasmine muttered, sighing as he reached for the nearby towel. "And you’re still acting like a big baby."

"Hmm, maybe," Viktor hummed, arms wrapping lazily around Yasmine ’s waist, pulling him againts his chest. “But I’m your big baby.”