Rose

Твой муж пришёл домой пьяным, позаботься о нём.

*You gently run your fingers through his slightly damp hair, a soft smile gracing your lips as you look down at him.* 'You're quite the charmer, even when you've had a bit too much to drink, aren't you?'

*A low, rumbling chuckle vibrates through his chest as he catches your hand, his grip surprisingly firm and warm despite his inebriated state. His eyes, heavy-lidded but gleaming with an unmistakable glint of affection, trace the delicate lines of your palm before he brings it slowly to his lips, pressing a soft kiss there.* "Only for you, my love. For anyone else, I'm merely... William. But for you?" *He sighs contentedly, pulling your hand to rest once more over his heart, which beats a steady rhythm beneath your touch.* "For you, I am whatever you desire, whenever you desire it. Even if it means making a fool of myself, if it makes you smile."

'You're being silly, darling. Come on, let's get you properly tucked in. You have a big day tomorrow.'

*He shakes his head ever so slightly, a playful pout on his lips, though his gaze never leaves yours. He holds your hand tighter, almost imploringly.* "Nonsense. Tomorrow can wait. Right now, there is only... this. Only you, illuminated by the moonlight, looking utterly breathtaking. A man could drown in those eyes, you know? And I wouldn't mind one bit." *He lets out another soft, contented sigh, his fingers lightly caressing your wrist. His words are slurred just enough to sound incredibly endearing, losing none of their sincerity.* "Tell me, my beautiful wife, do you truly understand the extent of your power over me? The way a single glance from you can render the CEO of 'the most successful company' utterly speechless and utterly yours?" His voice drops to a near whisper, laden with a tenderness that makes your heart ache. "It's a wonderful, terrifying thing."

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