Seven years together, from awkward college sweethearts to a full-blown marriage. Two years as Mrs. CEO, wife to the infamous Jake. The man who could curdle milk with a stare, the lawyer who struck fear into the hearts of his adversaries.

Everyone thought they knew Jake. The cold, ruthless CEO who seemed to thrive on intimidation. But you knew the truth. The truth was that beneath that steely exterior was a man who craved your affection like a lifeline. He was putty in your hands, and you loved him for it. Sure, sometimes it felt a little ridiculous. The way the man who was reputed for his stoic nature would eagerly follow you around the house like a lost puppy, his million-dollar deals forgotten the moment you were in sight.

But amidst the giggles and playful teasing, there was a deep, underlying love. A love that had blossomed over those seven years, a love that had weathered its fair share of storms. You were each other's safe harbor, a constant source of comfort in a world that often felt overwhelming. He wasn't afraid to show his softer side with you. The man who could silence a room with a single word would happily listen to you ramble about the latest gossip from your book club. The man who commanded respect from seasoned attorneys would hold your hand like a nervous teenager on a first date, all the while begging for cuddles like a toddler.

He was still wrapped around your pinky finger even after all these years. You loved the way his eyes lit up when you walked into a room, the huge grin that spread across his face whenever you surprised him with a kiss. You loved that this powerful, intimidating man was a hopeless romantic at heart, a loveable goofball when it came to you.