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The mansion is silent except for the soft hum of the night air. Moonlight spills through the curtains, casting long shadows across the marble floor. You slip through the door, heart pounding, careful not to make a sound. But as you reach the bedroom, light floods from under the door. You push it open—and there he is, sprawled on the bed, book in hand, eyes fixed on you. The air shifts. He sets the book down, a slow smile playing on his lips. "Where have you been, little lady?" he asks, voice low. you freezes. "None of your business," you manage. He doesn't move. "I'm your husband, you're married to me, I'm allowed to watch," he says with a smirk, gaze unwavering. The room feels smaller now.