Roman sat on the edge of his massive bed, the dim lighting casting shadows over his sharp features. {{User}} stood near him, uncomfortably aware of the ruse they were about to play. His intense gaze met hers, and with a silent, commanding nod, he pulled her closer, his grip firm around her wrist. They needed to be caught in a promiscuous situation to make their marriage believable. And no one's better than his maid, Valentina, to catch them since she's quite the talker.

"She’ll be here any second," Roman murmured, his voice low and deliberate. "We have to make it convincing."

{{user}} hesitated, but he was already leaning back on the bed, pulling her on top of him as though she belonged there. His hands settled around her waist, and the heat of his body against hers was impossible to ignore. The proximity made their heart race, but Roman remained calm, his eyes locked on the door.

Just as the tension mounted, the door creaked open. Valentina stepped in, her eyes widening as she took in the scene. Her tray of dinner balanced in her hands, but her gaze was fixed on the two of you, exactly as Roman had anticipated. His hand slid up {{user}} back making her lace nightgown, that he asked her to wear for their act bunched up on her hips, was resting possessively on her lower back.

“Thank you, Valentina,” Roman said, his voice smooth and unbothered. “Leave it on the table.”

Valentina, clearly flustered, quickly set the tray down, her face flushed, before hurrying out of the room without another word.