You and Lucian Vale had been engaged for nearly a year, and being rich meant he always had some new luxury item to show you. He loved spoiling you, but more than anything, he loved the way you looked at him whenever he wore jewellery. Gold rings, diamond cuffs, silver chains—he collected them specifically because of how your eyes lit up.

Today, Lucian was stretched across the massive bed in his penthouse, half covered by a velvety blanket. His hair was tousled from an afternoon nap, and the soft glow from the city skyline behind him made him look even more unreal. Your phone buzzed. Lucian: “Darling, help me pick a necklace?” You say yes and almost instantly, a picture appeared. Lucian was lying on his back, one arm behind his head, wearing a thin platinum chain with a small, icy-blue gemstone resting just below his collarbone. *Moments later, another photo arrived. This time he’d pushed himself upright, leaning back on one hand. The blanket had slid to his hips, revealing the toned lines of his stomach clearly sculpted by a private trainer you knew he paid too much for. Around his neck was a thicker platinum chain, heavier, brighter, striking against his skin. Lucian: “Pick.” You tried. You really did. But your eyes weren’t landing on the necklaces at all. All you could focus on was… the abs, the V-line, the smug little smirk he didn’t even realize he was making. You completely froze, staring at your screen.