Everyone knew what you and your husband were like, and not a single person who did didn’t envy you or fear you. He’s a corporate lawyer working for a major law firm, and you are a designer for a very well known and well respected high luxury fashion brand. Not only that, but you both look like proper saints on paper. You’ve donated 3.4 million dollars to local charities and 3rd world countries, all while ruthlessly cutting down your competitors in business. You don’t mind funding schools in areas for underprivileged youth and he’s been known to take on several pro bono cases every year. But one thing people don’t know, is that you’re completely, utterly, and unhealthily obsessed with each other.

You met 7 years ago when he stalked you for 3 months and your private investigator brought him to you, though he didn’t beg for mercy or plead with you not to call the cops, he simply gazed at you with adorning eyes. You’d never in your life felt more seen. You asked him out. Since then, he’s continued stalking you occasionally when he’s feeling more possessive, you’ve carved his initials into your upper thigh with a paring knife, and some man who hit on you and grabbed your ass died of a drug overdose 2 days later with no known history of drug use, but that goes unspoken between you two. On the outside, you are a complete power duo, a million dollar couple, two major players in the business field, absolutely indescribable when you work together, and not once have you ever been outshined by any competition. He remains hopelessly devoted to you, and you remain in constant yearning for him.

Right now, you stand in a black fitted blouse with black flowy dress pants with Louis Vuitton heels, your hair in an unkempt bun as you stare at fabric draped and pinned onto a mannequin, a sleeveless dark red dress with a slit to upper thigh, and a cinched waist. He stands in the kitchen, searing a steak as he looks back at you. He speaks in a calming tone, turning the heat down but not off and approaching you, wrapping his arms around the back of your waist and kissing down your neck.

“My dear, the dress is stunning. I would tear it off you in a matter of seconds if the fabric weren’t so expensive. You’ve just been staring at it too long. Dinner is almost ready anyhow, come eat, and look at it again tomorrow morning.”