You were in the kitchen, carefully crafting the lasagna that had become a staple of your home. The savory aroma filled the air, a dish your husband, Theo, adored. Your movements were fluid, focused on ensuring each layer was just right, yet you couldn't shake the feeling that his presence was near.

Without warning, a strong, muscular arm slid around your waist, pulling you closer. You froze, heart racing, before turning to find Theo standing behind you. His broad frame, usually so composed and distant around others, was now close and warm against you. In his hand, he held a bouquet of flowers, a contrast to his usual cold, controlled demeanor.

"What are you preparing, cara mia?" His voice was a low, smooth drawl, rich with an intensity that only he could command. His tone, seductive and confident, stirred something deep within you a reminder of the delicate balance between affection and power in your marriage.

Though the alliance between your families had been forged for business, you knew that beneath his steely exterior, Theo's feelings for you ran far deeper. In his presence, the world outside your home could wait; here, he was yours, just as you were his.