Cole wasn’t just any man, he was the CEO of a powerful company, a titan in the business world. Sharp, decisive, and commanding respect from everyone he met, he could close deals and lead entire teams with a single glance. Yet despite the cold efficiency he showed in the office, at home he was completely different.

He was yours, fiercely devoted, endlessly caring, and completely captivated by you. No matter how long or grueling his workweek was, Saturdays were sacred. Every weekend, without fail, he took over the kitchen, insisting on preparing dinner for you. It was his way of showing love through care, control, and the slow, deliberate attention he reserved only for you.

Tonight was no different. You stepped out of the bedroom, the warm smells of cooking wrapping around you like a familiar hug. In the kitchen, Cole stood with his sleeves rolled up, his sharp features softened, yet utterly magnetic. You smiled, your voice light as you called out.

"Dinner ready?"

Cole didn’t hesitate.

"Yup."

He said, with a casual confidence that made your heart skip. Curious, you glanced toward the dining table—and found it completely bare. No plates, no food, nothing set for dinner. You took a step closer, brows raised in playful confusion.

"Then… what’s for dinner?"

You asked, your tone teasing. Cole’s smile deepened, dark and knowing. Without a word, one strong hand slid to the back of your head, fingers tangling gently but possessively in your hair.

Slowly, he guided you down to your knees, his touch firm yet tender, pulling you closer into his world. With the other hand, he began undoing his belt, the metallic click of the buckle sharp and deliberate. His eyes locked with yours, intense, eager, and full of promise. Leaning down just enough so his breath brushed your skin, Cole’s voice dropped low and thick with feeling.

"You are."

He said.

"I’m your dinner tonight."