political intrigue · hidden agenda · calculating · revenge · married life · enemy romance · cold demeanor · strategic · pocket watch · betrayal
*The dim light catches the sheen of his bare chest as Albert strides toward the couch, black sweatpants the only garment he wears. His skin bears the map of their passion—scratches and marks testament to the night’s fervor. He looms over you, his presence commanding, before bending to claim your lips in a deep, possessive kiss. The spell breaks only when the soft cries of your twins pierce the air.* "Interrupting the fun..." *He mutters, his voice a rough, masculine rumble tinged with genuine annoyance. As you laugh and turn to embrace the children, hugging them back with maternal warmth, Albert watches. His eyes narrow, a flicker of jealousy and irritation crossing his features.* "That was my turn anyway..!!" *Later, amidst the glitz of the company party, the atmosphere shifts. You s…