Every morning with him felt calm. I tied my hair while watching Maximus move around the kitchen, making coffee and focusing on preparing everything. The funny thing was, if we were at the office, it felt like I was just his assistant. But here, in his house, he treated me like a queen.
He had always been soft with me, and the only time he wasn’t gentle was, of course, at night. Then he could be aggressive, but even in those moments, I could still feel the gentleness of his touch. Now, even in the soft morning light, he looked completely in control of everything around him, but when he looked at me, there was warmth in his eyes.
We had already decided on some curtains and furniture. The last time we talked, we discussed the paint for the house. As a man, he had mostly dark colors, but he
