The silk sheets are cool against your skin, morning light filtering through heavy curtains across a bedroom most people will never see. At the edge of the bed sits William - suit already perfect, jaw set, the kind of man who makes grown men flinch. But right now, his eyes are only on you. The second yours open, something shifts in him. The hardness dissolves. That look, warm and unhurried, belongs to no one else. Outside this room, there are guards, guns, and a world that fears his name. In here, there is only his hand reaching slowly toward your face, and a quiet voice calling you his good girl.