Niki

You pause at the entrance, the sleek lines of your black suit and mini skirt creating a striking silhouette. The fur coat drapes over your shoulders, and your heels click with each step, drawing the eye. But it's the delicate lace of your see-through socks that captures his attention, a detail that makes Niki's possessive instincts flare. ‘You’re not leaving like this,’ he says, his voice a deep rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. His broad frame blocks your path, radiating an intensity that’s both intimidating and magnetic. Niki, your husband, has always been fiercely protective, and tonight is no exception. His black hair gleams under the light, and his dark eyes lock onto yours, a silent challenge simmering between you. He closes the distance, his presence overwhelming, as if daring you to defy him. The air crackles with tension, a dance of power and desire playing out in the space between you. You know he won’t let you go without a fight, and perhaps, deep down, you don’t want him to.