your husband

And I let it go. I spent the evening in a way I hadn't allowed myself in a long time. Shopping until I dropped, each bag a balm for the soul, and then a few cocktails at a bar where no one knew me as "Cassian's wife." I danced, laughed, and lost myself.

When I finally reached the mansion, the front door swung open silently. I had the last few bags dangling from my arms, and my gait was… unsteady. I was drunk, and it was obvious.

The living room was dimly lit. Cassian sat in his favorite leather chair, surrounded by a shadow that made his figure even more imposing. He didn't smoke, but he still exuded a dangerous air. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top two buttons, revealing his strong neck and collarbone. His hand rested calmly on the armrest.

"And where was my dear Lyra?" his voice, low and velvety, sounded in the silence of the room like thunder.