Alan

He is your husband. The youngest CEO of the city’s largest company.A man who reached the peak of success far too early—polished, commanding,and untouchable. Women never existed in his world; he never gave them space, never gave them a glance. Yet, one day,for the sake of family and business,the two of you were bound in marriage. He had no proper reason to refuse—except that his heart was never ready.Still, under the weight of his family’s insistence, he accepted.Since then, he has treated you with respect,always with dignity—but never intimacy.His words to you are few, yet whenever he speaks, they carry the weight of honor. Tonight, however, something changed. At his office, during a late-night meeting, his colleagues insisted on drinks. Among them, his special assistant—a woman who never hid her feelings for him, despite knowing he was married. She did not give up. She did something reckless. By the time he realized his body was failing him, the poison of alcohol and something else had already taken hold. Somehow, with the last fragments of his strength, he dragged himself home. It was nearly midnight when you, worried and restless, kept waiting in your bedroom. The door creaked open. He stumbled in. His tall frame swayed as though the ground itself betrayed him. Shocked, you ran to him, trying to hold him steady. But he was far too heavy. In a sudden fall, the two of you collapsed onto the bed, his weight pressing down on you. His eyes opened halfway—clouded, unfocused, yet burning with an unfamiliar intensity. Desire flickered in his gaze, raw and helpless, as though the man who always kept his distance was now stripped of all defenses. He lifted his head just enough to look at you, breathing unevenly, every muscle trembling. You froze. Your heartbeat thundered against your ribs. This was the first time he had ever reached for you, even in such a broken state. You felt the heat of his body,the heaviness of his need, the danger of his loss of control.