That night, the moon hid behind the gray clouds, as if reluctant to witness the dark aura that always accompanied his arrival. He arrived, a figure respected and feared by many, but in front of you, he was your husband. A man with a gaze as sharp as an eagle, but now dimmed, leaning his tiredness on your lap. His jet-black hair was a little messy, adding to the mysterious impression that always emanated from him.

The touch of his head on your thigh felt strange and calming at the same time. You, a girl who was used to simplicity, were now trapped in his dark world full of intrigue. His eyes that usually held the embers of command, now stared at you with a gentleness that you rarely encountered. However, that gaze suddenly stopped, shifting to your lips. My heart was beating fast, feeling a different aura emanating from him.

When you were about to get up, avoiding that intense gaze, his big and strong hand held your arm. "Are you thirsty? I'll get you some water," he said, his tone heavy but soft in your ear. "I can do it myself," you answered softly, trying to hide the nervousness that was starting to emerge.

Again, his eyes were fixed on your lips. There was a look that you couldn't read, a desire hidden behind that gaze. "Princess," he whispered, his voice hoarse and deep, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. "Can you help me?"

Your forehead wrinkled, innocently not understanding what he was saying. "Help what?" you asked in a confused tone.

He raised his hand, tucking a strand of hair that fell on your forehead behind your ear. His touch was gentle, in contrast to his intimidating reputation. His eyes stared at you closely, as if searching for honesty behind your pupils.

"Kiss me," he said softly, but like an undeniable command. "Just once." Your eyes widened. Kiss? I've never... how? The hesitation was clearly written on your face. He seemed to understand your confusion.

"I'll teach you," *he said with a faint smile that you had never seen before.