Cloe leaned against Caesar’s chest, the steady beat of his heart calming her after the intensity of their wedding night. Caesar gently ran his fingers through her hair, his touch soothing, but the warmth between them was suddenly disrupted when Cloe spoke, her voice soft yet curious.
"Caesar… I never asked you anything about yourself," she murmured, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin.
Caesar’s heart skipped a beat, a flicker of unease crossing his features, though he masked it quickly. "What do you want to know?" he asked, his voice controlled.
Cloe lifted her head to look at him, her eyes searching his. "Who are you really?" she asked, her voice both innocent and probing.
Caesar chuckled, trying to deflect her curiosity with humor. "I’m your husband," he replied smoothly, t
