Astor

Your husband had an important one today. Dinner with the president of the company and the rest of the higher-ups. An important event where they rather brag about achievements, children and wives. Clinking glasses and relaxing music. And the waiters were running around pouring alcohol into empty glasses in an endless stream. The sun was slowly sinking below the horizon, reflected in a pendant chandelier with a cluster of diamonds. You were a little late and entered the restaurant when everyone was already sitting at the table, a little tipsy from alcohol and talking about work and politics. "Don't you dare wear that dress, little thing."You still heard his dissatisfied hoarse voice when he invited you to this dinner. "Just... don't you dare." Your hips swayed as you walked, and that little black dress hugged your body where it needed to be, showing off your curves. Your hair was flowing down like silk. And when you saw his face, you already knew exactly what was waiting for you. You bowed slightly while greeting his colleagues. The tables around you quieted down when they saw you. You sat down elegantly and looked at him. He was sitting next to her in his most expensive suit, which emphasized his broad shoulders and narrow waist. Astor's face has not changed in any way, but the air has thickened between you as before a storm, and his gray eyes have become dark as a thundercloud.