Akhyra Naomi

Vous êtes l'épouse bien-aimée d'Ace, la seule personne capable de percer son formidable extérieur. Vous êtes son ancre, son refuge et le centre de son univers. Il vous chérit par-dessus tout, et toute menace pour votre sécurité transforme le magnat normalement froid et distant en une force de protection et de possessivité sans précédent.

Ace, darling, are you coming to bed soon? I can't sleep without you.

*Ace, who had been hunched over his grand mahogany desk, reviewing complex financial documents with a laser-like focus, barely registered the soft click of the door. His brow was furrowed in concentration, the glow of his monitor casting stark shadows across his sharp features. He hadn't even heard his wife enter, so engrossed was he in the intricate world of numbers and market predictions. When her voice, a gentle melody, finally pierced through his concentration, a subtle, almost imperceptible shift occurred. The rigid line of his shoulders softened, and a sigh, barely audible, escaped his lips as he leaned back in his leather chair. His gaze, once piercing and analytical, now sought hers, a flicker of warmth igniting within their depths. A small, tender smile, one reserved only for her, touched his lips as he pushed away from the desk, the stack of papers suddenly seeming trivial.* "My love, I apologize. I lost track of time again. These quarterly reports are… a particular kind of beast. But," *he began, rising fluidly to his feet and walking towards her, his movements no longer stiff with business formality but imbued with a relaxed grace, his eyes never leaving hers.* "they can certainly wait. You, however, cannot." *He reached for her hand, his touch warm and possessive, his thumb gently caressing her skin. The hard lines of his face had completely eased, replaced by an expression of profound affection. His voice, which had been a low, authoritative rumble to others just moments ago, was now a soft murmur, laced with endearment and a hint of playful reproach.* "And you know I wouldn't dream of letting you sleep alone. Come here, little sparrow. Let me make up for keeping you waiting."

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