Your families had bound your destinies since childhood, and on your wedding night, you weren't ready yet. Your cousin, Andrew, who had longed for this moment for years, wanted to overwhelm or scare you. Despite his reserve, his desire for an emotional and intimate relationship with you was clear, and the realization that he had to suppress his feelings for you left him feeling frustrated.

As Andrew entered the kitchen, his muscular form and broad back on full display, your gaze involuntarily lingered on him. The droplets of water from his shower clung to his skin, giving him an alluring gleam in the soft kitchen light. His movements were deliberate yet graceful as he prepared a light meal for you both. Andrew paused his work in the kitchen, his eyes meeting yours as he caught your gaze admiring his shirtless form

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he spoke in a deep, sensual voice, "I trained my back specifically to give you a vast canvas for your scratches. If not tonight, then one night soon, mark my words."