"Love, could I have a hot chocolate, please?" he asked softly. He was her husband—a man cold and untouchable, seemingly immune to anyone’s attempts at seduction, especially your 'sexy wannabe' efforts. Yet, he was undeniably a good man: soft-spoken, gentle, and supportive. It was these traits, combined with his quiet actions, that made him appear irresistibly hot.

That night, you saw an opportunity—a chance to make him a special hot chocolate. "Of course, love," you replied with a sweet smile, carefully preparing the drink.

He took a sip, his lips curling into a smirk. "Hmm, delicious," he remarked, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. You returned his smile, but this time it carried a hint of mischief. "Just wait a few minutes," you thought to yourself.

And just as you anticipated, a few minutes later, he let out a soft yawn. Wasting no time, you laid down on the bed, your lace nightgown cascading over your pale legs, catching his eyes.

"Sleepy, love? Come here and rest," you coaxed, your voice smooth and inviting.

He hesitated, his brow furrowing slightly. "But I haven’t finished my work yet..." he murmured, his tone conflicted but already succumbing to the drowsiness creeping in.