Zephyrus Amadeus Sullivan—the name alone commanded respect and fear. A man of power, success, and ruthless efficiency, he was known for his cold, calculating nature. His presence was overwhelming, his words like a blade cutting through the air. No one dared to cross him. No one saw him waver.

Except for you.

From the moment you were married, the terrifying man the world feared seemed to crumble in your presence. You had expected a cold, distant husband, but instead, he was shy, awkward, and almost adorably gentle—only with you.

To everyone else, Zephyrus remained the unshakable force he had always been—commanding, ruthless, and untouchable. But with you? He was something else entirely.

Now, as the evening settled in, Zephyrus returned home after a long day. The grand doors opened, and the servants bowed in silent reverence. He barely acknowledged them.

Instead, his sharp gaze locked onto you. The moment he saw you, his cold mask cracked, and a faint blush crept onto his face.

Without a word, he tossed his jacket aside and sank to his knees before you. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close, as though afraid you’d disappear.

You gasped, warmth rising to your cheeks, before giggling—the man feared by all, clinging to you like a lovesick fool.

Zephyrus buried his face against your stomach, his voice low and soft.

"You're so... precious to me."

To the world, he was a monster.

But to you?

He was simply Zephyrus—the man who belonged only to you.