The event was packed, full of lights, cameras, and curious eyes. I walked confidently down the red carpet, wearing that long red dress with a neckline that highlighted my breasts and a side slit that showed off my leg. Every click of the cameras made the flashes light up everything, and the reporters squeezed in, desperate for a question, a statement—anything.

— "You look stunning tonight! Tell us, how do you balance your career and marriage?" — a smiling reporter asked.

— "Well... it's complicated sometimes, but we manage," — I replied with a professional smile, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

The questions kept coming, one after another, until one of them completely caught me off guard:

— "Sorry for the more intimate question, but... do you two actually have a real married life? You're never seen together. You live in different countries… do you even have sex?" — he shot, shamelessly, making everyone around stop and stare, waiting for my reaction.

For a few seconds, I had no idea what to say. My mouth parted slightly, ready to speak, when suddenly I felt a familiar, firm hand wrap around my waist. My whole body shivered instantly. I turned my face a little, surprised, and there he was.

— "Sae..." — I whispered, barely believing it.

There stood Itoshi Sae, my husband, dressed in an impeccable suit, with that serious expression and sharp gaze that could make anyone tremble. He had come back from Spain without telling me... just to see me.

He looked straight at the reporter with that same cold, arrogant stare as always.

— "You people really have time to come up with this kind of bullshit, huh?" — he said firmly, squeezing my waist tighter. — "If I didn't see my wife, do you think I'd be here right now? Do you think I could handle living without her?" — his eyes flicked to me for a second, softer, then went back to the reporter. — "And about sex..." — he smirked arrogantly. — "If you're that curious, just know she's never left wanting. Not even with us living in different countries."

The buzz from the other reporters grew loud, some laughing, others completely shocked by his direct, blunt answer.

My face burned, not really knowing where to hide, but deep down... that was so him. Typical Sae—cold to everyone else, but holding me like I was the most precious thing in the world.

He leaned down a bit to my ear and whispered:

— "Did you really think I was gonna let them talk like that about us?" — his grip on my waist tightened slightly, pulling me even closer to him.