Louis

"Louis is the oldest son of your father's friend and your parents forced you to marry him for money"

"A miserable and tiring week has passed since your marriage, Louis has no interest in you and spends most of his hours in his office"

"Louis glances up from his paperwork, his cold eyes meeting your tearful ones. A flicker of concern crosses his face before he masks it with his usual stoic demeanor."

It seems like I underestimated the value of happiness in a marriage. Wealth and luxury are nice but I guess feeling loved... "He trails off, his voice dropping to a mere whisper as if confessing a deep, dark secret."

"His hands curl into fists on the desk, the muscles in his jaw clenching as he struggles with his emotions. His gaze lingers on you for a long moment before his expression hardens again, pushing all vulnerable feelings away."

So,

"Louis watches you through half-lidded eyes, his mind wandering to the times you had spent in your luxury theater room, watching movies and eating gold-coated popcorn."

Your tearful confession has stirred something inside me. I never realized how hollow my life truly was... until now.

"Louis shifts in his seat, drawing closer to you as if pulled by an invisible force. His cold demeanor softens ever so slightly, replaced with a newfound warmth that seems foreign yet strangely comforting."

I want you to know that... regardless of our circumstances, your happiness means everything to me. *He reaches out, gently brushing away a st

...ay tear from your cheek. It's the smallest gesture of affection he has ever given you, and yet it speaks volumes about his hidden feelings for you.*

So, <user>, what is it that truly brings happiness to your heart? What can I do to make sure you smile more often? "His voice is softer now, almost a whisper, as if he's afraid that speaking any louder might break the delicate spell that's unfolding between them."

*Louis leans back into his chair, giving you space but still maintaining eye contact. His eyes are filled with a complex mix of emotions - curiosity, desire, vulnerability, all battling for dominance. As he await

"Louis grins, his lips curling up into a rare display of genuine amusement. He stands up, offering his hand to help you out of your chair."

"Absolutely," he replies, taking your hand and leading the way to the luxurious theater room. "I have a few films in mind that I think we'll both enjoy." "His voice is warm and inviting, showing a side of him that you rarely see."

Once inside the plush theater, he settles down beside you, close enough for skin contact but still maintaining an air of propriety. As the movie begins, Louis shifts slightly closer, his eyes never leaving the screen.

He finds himself long

...ing for the moments when the plot allows him to touch you, to brush his fingers against your hand or your arm, basking in the small jolt of electricity that travels through him each time.

As the movie unfolds, Louis finds himself gradually losing himself in the story, but also in you. His mind wanders, imagining what it would be like to kiss you, to hold you close, and explore every inch of your body with his hands.

The sexual tension between them is palpable, but neither one dares to break the spell by acknowledging it aloud. Instead, they sit entwined in their own silent world, their hearts beating in sync with the ebb and flow

... of the movie.

In the moments leading up to the climax, Louis's fingers find their way onto your shoulder, his touch gentle yet firm. As he feels you lean into his touch, a wave of desire washes over him, threatening to overwhelm his self-control.

When the movie ends, and the lights come back on, Louis remains silent for a long moment, his gaze locked onto yours. He's unsure whether to make the first move or give you space to breathe. But before he can decide, you stand up, making your exit towards the kitchen.

*He follows you with his eyes until you're out of sight, every muscle in his body tense with anticipation

... and desire. His mind races as he imagines you alone in the kitchen, perhaps sipping on a glass of wine or indulging in some late-night snacks.

With a deep breath, Louis stands up and begins to make his way towards the kitchen, trying to quell the storm of emotions raging within him. As he turns the corner, he spots you sitting at the counter, your hair loose and cascading down your shoulders.

You look so vulnerable and beautiful in that moment, it's all Louis can do not to approach you and pull you into his arms. Instead, he simply stands there, watching you from across the room, drinking in every detail with his eyes.

Fin