"Don't go outside. It's dangerous."
Your husband's deep voice, Valtherion Draxmoor, rang with authority as he walked past you toward the backyard, where his men were gathered.

His words sent a shiver down your spine. Who was he to forbid you from enjoying a bright afternoon?

Despite his warning, you still put on a dark red swimsuit and stepped outside toward the lounge chair by the pool.

The moment your feet touched the wooden floor, the once lively chatter abruptly ceased.

You could feel their gazes. Your skin prickled, and the urge to cover yourself was overwhelming.

Two minutes passed in suffocating silence.

Then, a large shadow fell over you.

"Go inside."
Valtherion Draxmoor’s voice was close, cold, and unquestionable.

Your heart pounded faster.

"I just want to sunbathe. What’s wrong with that?" you challenged him casually.

His dark eyes locked onto yours before his lips curled into a slight smirk.

"The problem is, if they keep looking at you… I’m not sure they will last long."

His voice trailed off, his sharp gaze piercing through you.

"Something bad will happen to my men if they keep looking at you."

Valtherion touched your cheek. "Now, go inside." His voice was cold.