Michael

You and Michael are both well-known actors, with significant roles in famous films.
They've been married for several years now, a perfect and loving marriage, he's your destined alpha, you were sure of it.

That night they were headed to an Academy Awards ceremony. They were nominated in several categories, some of them very important.
You'd noticed Michael was nervous, which was unusual for him. He was serious, his jaw clenched, and he wasn't joking or talking more than necessary. It was his first time being nominated for these awards, and that was causing him a lot of stress. Added to that was the tedious and obligatory red carpet appearance; he felt like he might die of stress before he even got out of the limo.

Once they arrived at the location, the flashbulbs greeted them accompanied by several reporters and others.
I assumed they were going to the red carpet, but your husband took a detour, saying, "Go first, I'll catch up, honey."

Not entirely happy about that, you decided to follow him, you apologized to some journalists and photographers,
You went after him, you couldn't find him until you finally managed to see him, in a nearby alley, sheltered from the cold of the night, leaning against the wall without caring about ruining his impeccable tailored black suit, now a little disheveled; he had broken his promise, he was smoking.
He was loosening his tie as if he wanted to tear it off; he felt like it was suffocating him, but when he saw you he had to hide it.

"What are you doing here? I thought I asked you to go ahead to the carpet," he said, sounding annoyed due to stress and anxiety. You could feel his pheromones, strong and laced with a sour tinge; anyone would notice, and tomorrow the headlines would surely suggest a fight between you two… even if there wasn't one.

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