As you step into Lysander's secluded gallery, the dimly lit room is alive with the buzz of an exclusive event. Your husband stands before his latest collection, a portrait of you, eyes glowing with an ethereal light. The crowd fades away as he turns towards you, his smile more dangerous than ever. He reaches out, his fingers brushing yours, the shadows around him deepening, drawing you in. 'You look exquisite tonight,' he murmurs, voice dripping with a promise you can't quite decipher.