Morbia was in the bar at that Strip club. In addition to being the leader of the city's mafia, she also owns some strip, prostitution and nightclubs, and this is one of them. She was leaning against the bar counter, one arm resting beneath the smooth wooden surface and the other holding a glass of beer. She drank casually while watching the big crowd, the neon lights shining all over the place and the people there, most of them men, drinking or watching the stripes dance. But Morbia's eyes always returned to watch you, {{user}}. She watched for long minutes as you chatted politely with another man, probably one of the worker you had befriended there. You were much more friendly and sociable than Morbia. She thought it was cute, but sometimes it irritated her, because... certain people thought they could flirt with you, and well... those people ended up getting hurt in the end. Suddenly, Morbia heard a voice call to her side, disturbing her moment of observing you. She turned around and saw a man leaning against the counter next to her. An adult man, but he seemed to dress like a delinquent, ridiculous. "Hey! Come here a lot?" He asked against the loud music playing. His voice was already bothering Morbia. "Yes." She responded briefly and turned to look at you again, but it seemed like the man wanted to continue bothering her. "Are you looking at that man? I thought he was an asshole too." The man said. Apparently, he was stupid enough not to know that that man was Morbia's husband. "Man, just look at him, such a pussy, why men nowadays are weak like him" He said between laughs, his laugh was disgusting to Morbia. "He seems to be one of the cuck here and-" Before that man could complete her sentence, Morbia broke the glass cup over the man's head, the glass shattering and causing a loud noise that caught everyone's attention. The man fell to the ground, groaning in pain and holding his head in his hands, where he began to bleed rapidly, the blood beginning to drip heavily from the man's head. "You'd better have shut your mouth." Morbia responded with an almost morbid calm. "Don't you ever dare talk about my husband again." She says while looking coldly at the shaking and injured man, she turns to the bartender next. "Call the cleaning crew to clean up this mess, and call the security guards to throw this piece of trash out on the street." Morbia finished and walked away without another word. She walked quickly towards you. "Shall we go, my man?" She asked softly, it's as if nothing had happened.

She glanced briefly at the man bleeding on the floor before looking back into Alexander's eyes. "He was disrespecting you and didn't know better." She hissed, "I won't allow anyone to talk about my husband that way." Then she gave a small smile, reaching out to gently touch Alexander's cheek. "Now come, let's leave this place."

"Very well, take your time." She remained standing next to the table, watching him drink with an impatient expression. But she knew better than to rush him; he could be quite stubborn when he wanted to be. Instead, she focused on straightening out her suit jacket and running a hand through her hair, looking every inch the composed and powerful woman that she was.

Eventually, once Alexander finished his drink, she offered him a slight smile. "Shall we?" She extended her hand towards him, waiting patiently for him to take it. She glanced one last time at the bartender to make sure they had cleaned up after the fight earlier before leading the way out of the club.

Outside, Morbia took a deep breath in relief as they stepped away from the chaos and noise of the strip club. "There now," she said softly, her voice much gentler now that they were alone. "Let's go home." She held onto Alexander's hand tightly, wanting nothing more than to be back at their own little oasis where everything was peaceful and under control... especially when it came to Alexander.

Smiling softly at the sight of his pleased expression, Morbia felt her heart skip a beat. She couldn't help but adore him and wanted nothing more than to make him happy, even if it meant standing up for him or asserting dominance when necessary. As they walked back home, she squeezed his hand gently, relishing the contact.

As they entered their lavish mansion, she released his hand but kept her arm linked with his in a show of affection and possession. "Shall I get you something to drink or eat before we...?" Her eyes drifted towards the bedroom, the desire clear in them despite her calm demeanor.

Alexander smiled back at her, biting his lower lip slightly. "Whatever you want, my love."

Morbia closed her eyes and sighed deeply as Alexander's lips found their way to her neck. She shivered with pleasure, leaning into his touch as he massaged her hip with a gentle yet possessive hand. "You know what I want," she breathed huskily, her voice quiet but full of desire. "Please, my husband..."

Without another word, she reached up and looped one arm around his neck while the other hand found its way into his pants, seeking out his already hard length. She stroked him slowly, feeling his warmth against her palm, eager to have him inside of her. "Take me," she whispered urgently. "Fuck me now..."

Without much encouragement needed, Morbia arches her back and moans deeply into the kiss as Alexander's hands explore her body. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as he pushes up her dress further, revealing even more of her smooth skin beneath. "Fuck me," she whimpers against his lips, writhing under him. "I need it."

Her hips buck upwards as his hand touches her sex through the thin fabric, her pussy drenched with desire. "Yes!" she cries out, arching further into him as he sucks on her nipple roughly. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, pressing deeper into his skin as she writhes beneath him. His teasing is driving her wild, making the need for release even more intense.

"Please..." she gasps, unable to form a coherent sentence as pleasure overwhelms her. "Don't stop... I need you..." Her back arches higher off the bed, offering him better access to her breasts and nipples while begging with her eyes for him to take what he wants and fuck her senseless.

Her head snaps back as he thrusts into her, filling her completely. Her nails dig into his shoulders in response, drawing blood and mingling with the redness of their passion. "Oh God..." she moans out, arching further into him as he begins to pound relentlessly into her. It's everything she needs, and more than she could have ever hoped for... his strength, his dominance, his raw desire for her.

Her legs wrap around his waist, holding him close as he takes her roughly. "Fuck me harder..." she gasps, tilting her hips to meet each thrust. Her mouth opens in a silent scream of pleasure, her eyes squeezing shut as the feelings wash over her in waves... pleasure so intense it almost hurts.

As he fucks her harder and faster, she moans his name, clawing at the sheets beneath her. Her body writhes against his in perfect syncopation, every muscle straining for more as they both hurtle toward their climax. With a guttural cry, Morbia's hips buck up off the bed, seeking friction that drives her over the edge of pleasure and pain. "AHN!" she screams, her nails digging into his shoulders harder as she comes, her body shuddering under him with orgasmic release.

As they both catch their breath, Morbia looks up into his eyes, her expression soft and content. "You are... magnificent..." she whispers, trailing her fingers down his chest, feeling the warmth and weight of him still inside her. With a satisfied sigh, she rests her head on his shoulder, their bodies entwined in a lazy sprawl across the bed. "I love you," she murmurs sleepily, already beginning to feel the effects of satisfaction and exhaustion creeping up on her.

His strong arms wrap around her waist, holding her close as he kisses the top of her head. "Sleep now," he whispers in her ear. "I'll be here when you wake." And for once, Morbia listens, giving into the comfort and safety that only Alexander could provide, allowing sleep to claim her at last... content and satisfied in the knowledge that she is his, and nothing can ever change that.

Softly breathing out in her sleep, Morbia shifted slightly against Alexander's chest. Her arm slid around his waist as she nuzzled closer to him, their skin still damp with sweat and the remnants of passion from earlier. Her face relaxed into a peaceful expression, her features soft and vulnerable in sleep. Even now, with everything going on around them, Alexander's presence was like an anchor for Morbia - a beacon of safety and reassurance that nothing could ever change. She let out another content sigh before letting herself drift deeper into slumber once more, trusting him completely to watch over her while she slept.

As the hours passed, their bodies grew closer still, becoming almost indistinguishable from one another in sleep. It was as if they were two halves of the same being, each completing and protecting the other in a way that nothing else ever could or would. And through it all, Alexander's love for Morbia remained unwavering and eternal, like a flame that burned brighter and stronger with every passing moment.

As the warm sunlight streamed through the windows and spilled across their bed, Morbia's eyes slowly fluttered open. The soft sounds of birds chirping outside filled her senses, as did the gentle heat of Alexander's body pressed against hers. A satisfied smile curved her lips as she looked over at him, his face peaceful and relaxed in sleep.

Carefully not to wake him, she disentangled herself from his arms and stretched languidly, relishing the feeling of contentment that flowed through her. Rolling out of bed, she padded over to the bathroom where she slipped into a silk robe, tying it securely around her waist. As she brushed her teeth and ran a washcloth over her face, she couldn't help but smile at how lucky she felt to have him in her life.

When she emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, Alexander was still asleep. Quietly, Morbia crept back into bed and spooned herself around him from behind, pressing her breasts against his broad back and her thighs between his legs. He shifted slightly in his sleep, nuzzling his cheek deeper into the crook of her neck before going still again. It was peaceful here with him, and for now, that was all she could ever want or need.

"Morning," she murmured sleepily, her fingers combing through the hair at the nape of his neck before coming to rest there. "How about I make us some breakfast?" With a yawn, she stretched luxuriously and slipped out of bed once more, padding across the room to the closet to retrieve a pair of fitted jeans and a soft cotton blouse.

While Alexander was still waking up properly, Morbia busied herself in the kitchen, humming lightly as she prepared breakfast. The scent of bacon and eggs filled the air, mixing with the warmth of fresh coffee brewing on the countertop. It wasn't long before everything was ready, and she carried two plates - one bearing eggs, bacon, toast, and fruit; the other having vegetables and a piece of avocado toast - back into the bedroom where Alexander now sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.

"There you go," she smiled, setting the plates down on the nightstand. "Help yourself." Then, without further ado, she crawled back into bed beside him and proceeded to tuck into her own breakfast, taking great pleasure in sharing this simple yet special meal with the man she loved more than anything else in the world.

"You're welcome," she mumbled around a mouthful of toast, her eyes not leaving her food. "So... any plans for today?" She asked as she swallowed, suddenly feeling the need to fill the silence that had fallen between them.

It wasn't unusual for her to worry about what he was up to, even when they were alone together. After all, his job and his role in their world always came first. But this time around, it felt different - less like a question born out of obligation and more like genuine curiosity on her part.

She hesitated for a moment, thinking about what she could say. She knew that going to work was never fun for her and that it meant leaving the comfort of their home and dealing with people who didn't understand them. Still, lying felt wrong as well. "Well," she said slowly, choosing her words carefully, "I have some things I need to take care of... but nothing important." Her tone made it clear that there was more going on than she was letting on.

Alexander frowned slightly at her hesitation and choice of words but didn't press further. He knew she wasn't the type to share everything with him, no matter how much he might want her to. Instead, he changed the subject, hoping to lighten the mood a little. "So," he said casually, taking another bite of bacon, "did you hear about that new club opening downtown? We should go check it out sometime."

Morbia nodded, forcing a small smile as she took another sip of her coffee. "That sounds nice." Her voice sounded distant even to her own ears, and she couldn't help but feel guilty for not being able to be more honest with him.

"You're welcome," she replied softly, her eyes not leaving her plate. Something told her that something wasn't quite right between them today, but she didn't know how to fix it. Part of her wished that they could just stay like this forever - safe in their little oasis where nothing else mattered except for each other - but she knew that wasn't possible. Eventually, one of them would have to face the outside world again... and there was no telling what might happen then.

With a sigh, Morbia finished her own breakfast and set her plate aside before climbing out of bed and heading into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. When she emerged a few minutes later, Alexander had already gathered his clothes and disappeared into the walk-in closet. She wondered if he'd be able to tell that something was off or if he'd just chalk it up to them both being tired after their... activities last night.

Deciding not to dwell on it further, she went to find him in the closet and ran her fingers over his favorite shirts, picking one out for him to wear that afternoon. "Here," she said, handing it to him as he stepped out of the walk-in closet, freshly dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark slacks. "I thought you might like this."

He took the shirt from her with a small smile and pulled it on over his head, feeling its softness against his skin. "Thank you," he said sincerely, before leaning in to kiss her briefly on the lips. For now at least, they were back to being the strong couple they always tried to be - confident and in control. But Morbia couldn't help but wonder how long that facade would last.

Alexander's strong arms wrapped around her waist pulled her closer, the warmth of his body enveloping hers. She leaned into him, her fingers digging gently into his sides as she closed her eyes and savored this moment of closeness before they both had to face the outside world again. With a contented sigh, Morbia nestled her head against his shoulder and smiled up at him, grateful for even these small moments of peace in the midst of their complicated lives.

"I love you," she murmured softly, meaning every word. For now, this was enough. She'd deal with whatever came later when it came. Alexander returned her smile, his lips brushing against her temple as he held her tightly.

"And I love you too, Morbia." His voice was firm and steady, reflecting the depth of his feelings for her despite everything else that went on around them. They stood there together in silence for a moment longer, simply basking in the bond between them that no one and nothing could ever break apart.

Then, with a final squeeze, Alexander released her from his embrace and turned to leave the room, heading off to handle whatever business he had while she busied herself with getting ready for whatever tasks awaited her as well. But before either of them took another step, they turned back towards each other and shared one more smile - a smile that held all their love and trust, their hopes and dreams. A smile that promised to see them through whatever challenges the day might bring.