--: Jay-Jay's POV: --
Underneath the heavy silk duvet, wrapped entirely in Keifer's private, lavender-scented darkness, my heart was still beating a mile a minute. The sheer weight of his chest pressing down on mine, combined with the deep, velvety rumble of his voice, was enough to make me completely lose my train of thought.
But as I lay there, my face buried in his warm neck, the group chat messages kept flashing behind my eyelids. Hearing them talk about weddings, babies, and our future suddenly sent my mind drifting backward.
My mind traveled back to a few months ago—to the exact day Keifer and I had finally told the Madhouse that we were officially engaged and that he had proposed.
*Gagoo, that day was an absolute circus. I still get second-hand embarrassment just thinking about it.*
FLASHBACK--
I remembered walking into the main room, my hand tucked tightly into Keifer's arm. The entire gang was scattered around—Ci-N was messing with his Rakki, throwing worst pickup lines, Eman was learning new recipes, and Aries was brooding in the corner as usual. The room was loud and chaotic, but the exact moment I held up my hand, the moonlight catching the blinding, custom-cut diamond ring on my finger, the entire space fell into a dead, suffocating silence for about three seconds. You could literally hear a pin drop.
And then, the nuclear bomb of Section E's energy completely exploded.
Ci-N had literally dropped the vase straight onto his own foot (he was telling Rakki that she looks more preety than the asthetic vase with flowers), letting out a high-pitched, glass-shattering shriek that probably broke every window in the district. "WHAT?! JAY-JAY IS GETTING MARRIED?! TO THE Keifer?! No, wait! Does this mean the he is going to take her away to the Watson mansion forever?! Who is going to help me surprise Rakki, who will buy me icecream at night, Who will tease this grandpa with me (pointing towards David)?! Who will protect me when the enemies attack?!" He had shirt-tangled himself, practically throwing his body onto the floor, clutching Davaid's leg and weeping dramatically like his favorite cartoon had been canceled.
Rory, meanwhile, had been taking a huge sip of soda and completely choked, coughing violently while pointing a trembling finger at Keifer. "Engaged?! Broo, are you serious?! I mean—congratulations—but please tell me her clumsiness isn't a liability tothe estate's insurance policy! Yesterday she tripped over a perfectly flat carpet and almost broke a priceless vase! Are you sure the Watson family line is ready for this level of accidental destruction?!"
Drew had immediately ignored the romantic aspect entirely, slamming his hands onto the table with wide, manic eyes and a mouth half-full of snacks. "Wait! A royal wedding means high-end district catering! Keifer, please tell me we are getting unlimited premium wagyu beef, a seafood bar, and a seven-tier chocolate fountain!"
"If I don't get the contract for the appetizers, I'm quitting the syndicate and joining a rival faction! Jay-Jay, tell your man to feed us well!" Eman chimmed in.
But the most hilarious, terrifying, and intense reaction had come from Aries.
Oh, Aries. My fierce, overprotective brother had literally turned into a living human volcano. The moment his sharp eyes locked onto the diamond ring, his face had darkened into a shade of pure, dangerous crimson, and you could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears. He had stepped forward slowly, his boots thudding against the floorboards, his fists clenching so hard his knuckles popped like firecrackers.
He glared at Keifer as if the King had just stolen his rarest, most prized thing in the whole World.
"Engaged?" Aries had growled, his voice dropping into a lethal, low register that usually meant a rival gang was about to get completely dismantled. "Watson, I don't care if you rule the entire district hierarchy or if you have an army of guards. If you make her cry even once, if you think your high-security estate can hide you from me, I will personally tear down your front gates with my bare hands and drag her back. She's still our girl first, and I'm still the one who kicks anyone's butt who messes with her."
The tension in the room had skyrocketed, but Keifer, of course, hadn't even blinked. He didn't even shift his posture. He had just tightened his massive arm around my waist, pulling me flush against his side, his dark, analytical eyes meeting Aries' fiery gaze with a deadpan, freezing cold calm. "The gates are reinforced with military-grade titanium, Aries. But you won't need to try. She stays exactly where she belongs—by my side. Secure. I won't make her cry again,she has already cried enough due to me!"
Thyme had to physically throw his entire body weight forward, grabbing Aries back by his jacket collar and laughing awkwardly while sweating bullets. "Whoa, whoa, chill, bro! Calm down! Put the weapons away! The king just bought her a diamond bigger than your entire future, let's not start a brutal turf war in the middle of our own headquarters! Let's celebrate before you get us all killed!"
And Freya and other girls? They had completely ignored the boys' standoff, practically tackling me onto the couch, screaming like absolute banshees. Demands for wedding dress designs, luxury bridesmaid privileges, and bachelorette party ideas instantly drowned out the boys' chaotic shouting. It was total madness, but remembering it now just made my heart swell.
END OF THE FLASHBACK--
--:The Great Escape Attempt:--
Remembering that memory made a soft, involuntary giggle escape my lips, the vibration rattling right against Keifer's bare, solid chest.
"What are you smiling about, wifey?" Keifer murmured smoothly. He slowly pulled the heavy duvet down just a fraction, allowing the bright morning light to illuminate my face again. His dark eyes were locked onto mine, completely full of an intense, possessive warmth that made me feel like the only person existing in his entire empire.
"Just... remembering the day we told the boys about the engagement," I whispered, my cheeks still burning pink. "Aries looked like he was literally going to commit a full-blown crime right then and there. He was burning with so much rage."
Keifer let out a low, deep chuckle, the rich sound sending an immediate, delicious shiver down my spine. "He tried to challenge the alignment. But as I told him then, no one takes what belongs to me. Especially not you." He leaned down, his shadow completely enveloping me as he pressed a firm, heavy, and lingering kiss to my lips that left my head spinning and my breath catching.
"Okay, okay, King, that's enough romance for 9 AM," I huffed playfully, my stomach doing wild backflips. I brought my hands up, giving his rock-solid shoulders a firm, desperate push. "Let me go now. Seriously. My whole body feels all sticky and gross from last night, Even if we took a bath last night but still so I really need to get up and take a bath."
I fully expected him to sigh, roll over, and let me slide out of the bed so I could grab a towel. But of course, this was Keifer Watson. The ruthless leader never did anything without a tactical negotiation, and he certainly wasn't about to give up his territory that easily.
Instead of releasing his hold, his massive arm clamped down even tighter over my waist, pinning my lower body completely flat against the mattress. His expression instantly returned to that deadpan, unbothered mask that meant he wasn't shifting an inch, no matter how much I complained.
"No," Keifer muttered smoothly, his gaze locked onto mine. "Stay in bed. Everything else can wait."
"Keiferrrr! Come on!" I whined, dramatically wiggling my legs under the covers to try and break free from his heavy weight. "I feel sticky! I literally need a shower right now to wake up! Don't be like this!"
For a long, quiet minute, he just stared down at me, his sharp eyes analyzing every single feature of my flushed face as if weighing his strategic options.
Finally, a slow, wicked, and incredibly smug grin spread across his handsome face. My internal alarm bells immediately started ringing at full volume. Whenever Keifer smiled like that, it meant he had a shameless plan, and I was definitely not going to win.
"Fine," Keifer rumbled gravelly, his deep morning voice dripping with absolute, unapologetic shamelessness. "You can go to the bathroom. But it comes with a condition, Mrs. Watson."
I raised an eyebrow, glaring at him with maximum suspicion while gripping his forearms. "What condition? And don't make it weird!"
"We are taking a bath together," he replied deadpan, his face completely serious and corporate, as if he were delivering a high-level budget briefing to his syndicate captains. "We need to save water, Jay. It is an economic strategy. As the rulers of the district, we must lead by example and preserve the estate's natural resources. Unnecessary waste weakens the perimeter."
My jaw literally dropped. I stared at him in complete, utter disbelief, wondering how one human being could be this ridiculous with a straight face.
"Save water?!" I squeaked, my voice hitting an incredibly high, embarrassing octave. "Youuu! Keifer, you own a massive, multi-million dollar mansion with three private water filtration reservoirs and an advanced plumbing grid! Since when do you care about environmental conservation and utility bills?!"
"Since this morning, or since when you become Mrs Watson to be exact." he answered smoothly, his smug smirk widening until it was a full, teasing grin.
"You are so completely shameless! You think I'm a fool who doesn't get what you're doing?!" I yelled playfully, swatting his bare chest with a pillow. "I know exactly what you actually want, you pervert! You just want an excuse to tease me and keep your hands on me!"
Keifer didn't even try to deny it. He just propped himself up on one muscular elbow, looking down at me with an unyielding, intensely dominant gaze that made my skin tingle. "If I don't come into that bathroom with you and bath with you, Jay, you aren't leaving this bed for the rest of the day. Choose your alignment wisely."
I glared at him, my heart doing a treacherous, violent flutter against my ribs. *Not gonna lie... even I wanted that. Hehe.* The thought of being close to him, wrapped in the warm water without any interruptions from the outside world, made my entire defense melt into a soft puddle.
"Fine!" I muttered, quickly turning my face away into the pillows to hide the deep, fiery crimson blush exploding across my cheeks. "You can come in. But we are ONLY doing it to *save water*, got it?!"
The moment that soft confession left my lips, Keifer's predatory, victorious smirk returned in full force. Before I could even draw another breath or change my mind, he effortlessly whipped the heavy duvet completely off our bodies.
"An excellent, resource-efficient decision, Mrs. Watson," he murmured smoothly.
Before my feet could even touch the cold floor, his massive, powerful arms slid beneath my back and knees. With zero effort, he lifted me completely off the mattress, cradling my frame securely against his broad and bare chest. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck as he marched toward the grand, white-marble master bathroom, his bare torso radiating that intense, grounding heat.
He kicked the heavy door open and set me down gently on the edge of the sleek, double-vanity marble counter.
The room was already warm, thick with the soothing scent of lavender towels. Keifer reached into the mirrored cabinet, grabbed my pink toothbrush, squeezed a neat line of mint toothpaste onto it, and handed it to me with a perfectly calm expression.
I took it, still blushing furiously, and popped it into my mouth, starting to brush my teeth while staring at our reflection in the massive glass mirror.
But I didn't even get to rinse before I felt his large, warm hands smoothly reach down, grabbing the hem of the oversized shirt I was wearing. Slowly, effortlessly, his long fingers began to pull the fabric upward, exposing the bare skin of my thighs and waist.
My eyes went completely round. I quickly spat into the sink, turning around to slap his hands away.
"Mmmph! Keifer! What are you doing?!"
"Helping my wifey," Keifer replied deadpan, his dark eyes locked onto mine through the mirror with an intense, suffocating possessiveness.
"No need! I can do it myself!" I squeaked, my face exploding into a heat wave. "You brush your own teeth! I insist!"
Keifer stopped, his hands resting flat against the marble on either side of my hips, completely trapping me against the sink. He leaned down until his nose brushed against mine, his gaze unyielding. "I also insist, my wifey... that you brush my teeth for me."
I stared at him like he had lost his mind. What the heck?! "Keifer, you are way too big and too tall for that! Look at you! I can't even reach your mouth properly from here without straining my arms! I can't help you!"
A slow, thoroughly satisfied smirk played on his lips. "This problem can be solved easily."
Before I could protest, Keifer gripped my waist, turned me around so I was facing the mirror, and effortlessly lifted me up, making me sit right on top of the high marble counter beside the sink.
"See, problem solved, Now you can reach," Keifer murmured smoothly, stepping directly between my open knees, his bare, muscular chest pressing flush against my front. He handed his own toothbrush to me with a deadpan stare.
I let out a dramatic sigh, crossing my legs around his waist to stay balanced. "Can't you do that on your own? You're literally the CEO of the Watson Company."
"No," Keifer muttered, his eyes flashing with pure amusement.
"Then how did you do it before we got married, huh?!" I retorted, playfully poking his chest with the brush.
"Before was irrelevant," Keifer rumbled gravelly, his voice dropping into a velvety, serious register that made my knees go weak. "But now... I have my wifey to do that for me. So I don't need to do it by myself."
*Sighh... what should I do of him.* I let out another long sigh, but a soft, loving smile broke through my blushing face. I raised my hand, carefully putting the brush into his mouth and gently moving it around to brush his teeth for him.
Keifer stood perfectly still, closing his eyes, completely enjoying the domestic sweetness of the moment.
But that idiot wasn't just standing there passively. As I focused intently on not choking him with the toothbrush, Keifer's massive, warm hands slowly slid beneath the hem of my shirt. His large palms made direct contact with my bare skin, tracing a fiery path up my waist until his long fingers spread wide, gently but firmly pressing right over my breasts.
My breath caught violently in my throat. The sudden, intense sensation sent a wild jolt of electricity straight to my core, my lower body contracting softly against his hips. A soft, breathless moan almost tore right out of my throat, my hand freezing on his toothbrush.
"What... what are you doing?" I gasped out, my eyes wide and dazed as I stared at him.
Keifer opened his dark, piercing eyes, looking down at my flushed face with an unyielding, intensely dominant expression. His fingers flexed, pressing my soft curves with a deep, heavy possessiveness.
"What I can see you enjoying, Mrs. Watson," he whispered gravelly, his rough voice sending another wave of intense heat straight between my thighs.
"Humphhh..." I muttered, completely defeated by his absolute shamelessness as I quickly finished rinsing his brush, my entire body trembling under his touch. Even though I was complaining, my heart was racing because, honestly, I was enjoying every single second of it.
The bath that followed was pure, unadulterated chaos for my sanity.
Keifer carried me into the massive, custom-built sunken marble tub, sliding into the deep water behind me. He pulled me back flush against his chest, his long legs framing mine beneath the thick layers of lavender-scented bubbles.
It was supposed to be a quick shower to get ready for the day, but Keifer turned it into a literal two-hour marathon. Every time I tried to reach for the soap to finish up and leave, his massive arms would clamp down around my waist, pulling me right back down into his lap.
He spent the next two hours completely worshiping my skin—his large hands tracing every single curve, his lips pressing slow, burning kisses against my wet shoulders, my neck, and the faint dark marks he had left the night before. No matter how many times I whined that the water was slowly turning completely cold, the King of the district simply ignored me and distracted me, his fierce, suffocating hold keeping me pinned against his chest until my skin was completely wrinkled from the water.
By the time we finally stepped out, dried off, and got ready, I was thoroughly exhausted but radiating a soft, post-marital glow.
I walked back into the master bedroom, wearing another one of Keifer's oversized black t-shirts that hung loosely off one shoulder, paired with a tiny pair of denim shorts hidden underneath the hem. My hair was damp and smelled heavily of lavender. Keifer was standing by the closet, pulling on a clean black t-shirt, looking completely refreshed, perfectly handsome, and entirely unbothered.
*Knock! Knock! Knock!*
The sudden, sharp sound echoed through the quiet master suite, breaking our private morning bubble.
I blinked, turning toward the heavy oak doors. Keifer's features instantly shifted back into his cold, analytical CEO mask. He walked over with smooth, authoritative strides and pulled the heavy door open.
One of the estate's head maids was standing in the hallway, her hands clasped respectfully in front of her, her head bowed.
"Forgive the interruption, Boss, Mrs. Watson," the maid spoke softly, though a small, knowing smile played on her lips as she noticed our slightly messy, damp appearance. "But your friends— Section E and The F4—have just arrived at the front gates. They are currently causing quite a scene downstairs and are loudly calling for both of you to come down immediately."
My eyes went completely round, my face instantly turning pink. *Gagoo! They actually crashed the mansion on our very first morning!*
Keifer just let out a low, gravelly sigh, his dark eyes cutting back to look at my blushing face with a gaze that promised our private time was far from over."Tell them to wait in the main hall," he commanded the maid smoothly. "We'll be down shortly."
--: Author's POV: --
The crisp sound of the heavy wooden door clicking open shattered the relative peace of the upper floor.
Keifer stepped out of the master suite first, his movements fluid, calculated, and entirely commanding. The two-hour bath had done nothing to dampen his sharp, predatory edge; if anything, the King of the district looked entirely refreshed, devastatingly handsome, and completely in control. He had pulled on a clean, perfectly fitted black t-shirt that clung tightly to his broad shoulders and chest, paired with dark trousers. His jawline was sharp, his dark hair still damp, and his expression was a freezing shield of stoic indifference.
Right behind him, practically trying to fuse herself into his spine to use his massive frame as a physical human shield, was Jay-Jay.
She was completely swimming in another one of his oversized shirts that hung loosely off her shoulder, her tiny denim shorts barely peeking out from beneath the long hem. Her damp hair was loosely tossed to one side, releasing the heavy, sweet scent of lavender with every frantic step she took. Her cheeks were still dusted with a deep, unmistakable crimson hue from their bathroom antics, and her fingers were anxiously knotting themselves into the back of Keifer's shirt.
As they reached the top of the grand marble staircase and looked down into the main reception lounge, Jay-Jay's jaw dropped. The estate's high-security perimeter had completely failed to keep out the absolute circus currently camp-firing in their living room.
The entire space was packed to absolute maximum capacity. The whole of Section E was scattered carelessly across the plush brown designer sofas.
Ci-N was currently trying to balance an expensive crystal coaster on his chin while throwing terrible pickup lines at Rakki, who was aggressively ignoring him. Josh was lazily scanning the mansion's luxury breakfast platter, picking pocket-sized snacks, while Drew chimed in with commentary. Aries was leaning heavily against a marble pillar in the back, his arms crossed over his chest, a dark, protective scowl firmly locked onto his face as his eyes tracked the upper landing.
To finish off the crowd, the entire F4 crew along with Gorya, Kaning, and the rest of the girls were seated elegantly around the glass coffee table, looking like a high-fashion magazine cover that had accidentally taken a wrong turn into a madhouse.
Keifer stopped right at the base of the grand staircase. He didn't say a single word for a full, suffocating ten seconds. His piercing dark eyes slowly narrowed into a cold, thoroughly unamused glare as he crossed his arms over his chest, his powerful frame radiating a heavy, intimidating pressure.
"Why are you all here?" Keifer asked, his voice a low, gravelly morning rumble that dripped with pure, unfiltered annoyance. He pulled his phone from his pocket, tapping the screen deadpan. "I distinctly recall reading several logs on the group chat stating that we needed absolute privacy for today."
Yuri was the first to let out a loud, mocking chuckle, leaning back against the luxury sofa cushions with a highly amused, teasing grin. "Whoa, chill out, Keifer! Why are you so incredibly annoyed? You literally have your whole life ahead of you to spend time locked away with your wife! Can't your loyal king spare a few hours of your first morning?"
At the word *wife*, Jay-Jay's face instantly flashed into a bright, burning shade of red. She forcefully nudged the small of Keifer's back, whispering a frantic, "Asshole, stop being so intensely rude to them!" under her breath.
But before she could even step fully into the living room floor, a literal blur of pastel fabric and high-pitched squeals headed straight in her direction. Freya, Rakki, and Naomi moved like a highly coordinated tactical unit, completely bypassing Keifer's intimidating barrier and surrounding Jay-Jay in a tight, suffocating circle, dragging her away toward the far corner of the lounge.
"Jay-Jay!!! You're finally down! We've been waiting for ages!" Rakki shrieked, playfully squeezing her arm.
Freya, however, didn't waste a single millisecond on casual pleasantries. She leaned in close, her eyes glittering with a wicked, teasing glint as she wagged her eyebrows aggressively. "Alright, spill the tea right now, Mutya! Don't look at the ceiling like you're innocent! Did you actually unpack the box we left by the lamp last night? Was the black lace dress as devastating as we promised? Did the King completely lose his cold, stoic alignment when he saw it?!"
Jay-Jay's eyes went completely round, her hands instantly flying up to cover her burning face as the boys across the room started chuckling at the sudden commotion. "Shut up! Freya, oh my god, shut up! Nothing like that even happened!"
"Oh, please!" Naomi chimed in, laughing loudly as she poked Jay-Jay's flaming cheek. "We all know Keifer. He has been waiting for this wedding for actual years. There is absolutely no way he just let you sleep early without keeping his promise. Just spill the tea, Jay! We want the juicy details!"
"There is no tea to spill!!!" Jay-Jay wailed defensively, her voice hitting a high, frantic octave as her face turned a deeper, darker shade of crimson. She tried to steady her breathing, crossing her arms defensively to hide her trembling. "We both were completely, entirely tired from the wedding ceremony and the long reception! So we just came upstairs, fell onto the mattress, and slept! Nothing else happened, I swear to you!"
From across the room, Keifer remained standing perfectly still by the banister. Hearing her desperate, terrible attempt at lying, a slow, incredibly wicked, and thoroughly satisfied smirk gradually spread across his handsome lips. He didn't say a single word to defend her or back up her story; he just watched his wifey struggle under the interrogation, his dark eyes flashing with pure amusement.
Ella's sharp eyes immediately snapped from Jay-Jay over to the King's face, and she let out a loud, victorious cackle that drew everyone's attention. "Sure, sure, Jay-Jay. We totally believe your innocent little story. We can absolutely see how 'tired' you both were just by looking at the incredibly smug expression on his face right now!" She pointed a dramatic, accusing finger right at Keifer. "Look at him! He looks like the ultimate predator who just successfully secured his territory!"
Jay-Jay quickly peeked over, her heart doing a frantic, violent flip when she caught Keifer's shameless smirking.
She glared at him playfully, wishing she could throw a shoe at his head, before snapping her attention back to the girls. "His... his face is always like that only! He's just naturally annoying and arrogant! Now come to the point, why are you all here crashing our house at this hour?!"
Mica smiled brightly, stepping back and gesturing toward the massive, towering pile of aggressively colorful and elegantly wrapped boxes sitting on the central glass table. "To give you both your official wedding gifts, of course!"
--: Jay-Jay's POV: --
I let out a massive, exhausted sigh of relief, trying to force my erratic heart rate down as the girls finally stopped suffocating me and allowed me to sit down on the single armchair. Keifer moved smoothly over, sitting directly on the broad arm of my chair. His large, warm hand immediately settled flat against the back of my neck, his long fingers tracing slow, possessive patterns against my bare skin that made me shiver under his heavy touch.
"Alright," Keifer muttered smoothly, his gravelly morning voice still tight with underlying annoyance but showing a rare hint of indulgence for the crowd. "If you are here to drop off assets and congratulations, do it efficiently so you can vacate the perimeter. The estate needs to return to its regular schedule."
"Man, the king has absolutely zero post-wedding chill," Drew laughed, gesturing toward the central glass table where a few large, incredibly sleek packages were sitting.
Yuri smirked, stepping forward to tap the pile. "Don't worry, we aren't staying to give you a lecture. We all chipped in together to get you guys just four major, exclusive wedding gifts. And Section E's official warning is that you are strictly forbidden from opening them until you are completely alone up in your room."
"Especially the ones from us girls," Freya added with a wicked, incredibly loud chuckle that made my stomach do a nervous flip. "Just make sure you read the labels carefully, Mutya. We put a lot of personal care into selecting your new household supplies."
"They're just trying to scare you, Jay-Jay," Kaning said with a warm laugh, though she didn't deny the teasing glint in her eyes. Behind her Grace nodded agreeing to her.
Before I could ask what they meant, Ren stood up from the single armchair near the large window. Unlike the others, he wasn't smirking or making playful jokes to make my face turn red.
He held a large, flat, heavy package carefully wrapped in clean, protective brown paper. He walked over with slow, graceful steps and set it gently across my lap, leaning back slightly as I gripped the edges.
"This one is my personal contribution to the group gift," Ren said softly, his gentle, artistic eyes crinkling into a warm, genuine smile that instantly calmed my chaotic nerves. "I caught a very specific, beautiful moment during the reception last night when the main ballroom lights went down. I wanted to make sure you both kept it forever."
Curiosity completely got the best of me. I carefully tore a small corner of the brown protective paper away, peeking at the canvas inside. My breath caught instantly, and a soft gasp escaped my lips.
It was a stunning, hand-drawn charcoal and watercolor sketch. The level of detail was absolutely breathtaking. It perfectly captured the exact moment during our first wedding dance when the silver and purple lights had cast deep shadows over us—Keifer's massive, powerful frame was bent down slightly, his large hands gripping my waist with a fierce, protective hold, while his lips were locked onto mine in a deep, breathtakingly passionate wedding kiss. The emotion captured on our painted faces looked so incredibly real, so intensely full of pure love, that my eyes instantly welled up with happy tears.
"Ren..." I whispered, my voice trembling as I looked up at him. "This is... it's absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much. I love it."
Keifer leaned down slightly, his dark eyes scanning every single line of the artwork intensely. For a brief moment, his cold, stoic mask softened completely, a genuine look of profound respect crossing his features as he looked at the sketch of our kiss.
"Excellent work, Ren. It is soo damn beautiful. This asset will be framed and placed on the main wall of the master suite permanently."
Ren nodded gracefully, stepping back toward the exit. "I'm glad you like it. Now, we should probably all leave before Keifer actually orders his guards to throw us over the perimeter."
"Section E, assemble!" Mayo shouted, grabbing his leather jacket from the couch. "We dropped the wedding assets, now let's leave the rulers to their privacy before the King executes us for trespassing!"
Amidst loud, echoing laughter, chaotic shouting, and final teasing remarks from Freya and Yuri about the mystery boxes, the entire crowd finally filtered out of the grand main doors, leaving the massive Watson mansion falling back into a heavy, peaceful morning quiet.
--: Jay-Jay's POV: --
The heavy, metallic thud of the grand front doors echoing from downstairs signaled the official departure of our uninvited morning guests. Within seconds, the overwhelming, chaotic noise that always trailed Section E and F4 evaporated completely, leaving the massive Watson mansion to sink back into a deep, peaceful quiet.
Keifer didn't waste a single moment.
With smooth, authoritative strides, he walked over to the grand mahogany double doors of our master suite and pushed them shut. The locks engaged with a slow, deliberate, and incredibly heavy *click* as he reset the privacy grid from the wall panel. It was a sound that made my chest tighten instantly, a vivid reminder that the noisy world was once again locked outside, and I was back inside his private territory.
I was sitting cross-legged right in the middle of our massive king-sized bed, surrounded by the four large, luxury packages we had just carried upstairs.
My heart was still doing those erratic, frantic little thumps against my ribs.
Keifer turned around, his dark eyes instantly locking onto me. He walked back to the bed with that fluid, predatory grace that always made me hold my breath, sliding onto the mattress right in front of me. His large frame instantly cast a shadow over mine, his proximity radiating a heavy, comforting warmth.
"Well," I muttered, breaking the silence as I eyed the sleek, suspiciously heavy boxes. "They are completely insane. Every single one of them. 'Don't open them until you're completely alone,' they said. Freya's face looked so evil when she said that, I'm genuinely terrified to see what's inside."
"We will audit the assets chronologically," Keifer murmured smoothly, his rough morning rasp vibrating beautifully in the quiet room.
He reached past me, his long fingers wrapping around the first package—the large, flat one containing Ren's sketch.
We carefully unwrapped it together, removing the protective brown paper entirely. Seeing it again in the quiet light of our bedroom made it look even more breathtaking. The watercolor tones of silver and lavender perfectly captured the raw, fierce intensity of our wedding kiss. Keifer's thumb traced the edge of the thick frame before he set it safely against the headboard. "This will be mounted on the central wall before tonight," he stated deadpan, his eyes flashing with a deep, quiet satisfaction.
"Okay, one down," I whispered, shifting my weight on the mattress. I pulled the second box forward. It was an incredibly sleek, glossy black box with a gold-embossed logo from a high-end luxury brand. "Let's see what the F4 boys and the guys put their money together for."
I pulled the silk ribbon away and lifted the heavy lid. Inside, resting on dark velvet, was a breathtakingly gorgeous, limited-edition set of matching luxury watches, surrounded by an array of high-end skincare and rare, custom-blended French perfumes. But right beside the elegant velvet casing sat a small, polished wooden box. I opened it curiously, only to find a set of custom-carved adult dice and an intimacy card game with titles that made my eyes widen instantly.
"Assholes! Thyme and Kavin are so corrupt!" I squeaked, slamming the small wooden lid shut so fast my knuckles popped.
Keifer didn't even blink. He merely reached over, picked up the third gift—a massive, ultra-heavy chest made of dark, polished oak—and slid it right between us. "Next one."
When I lifted the heavy latch of the third box, I expected another joke. Instead, my breath caught. It was a custom-designed, solid-gold tea and coffee service set, beautifully engraved with the Watson family crest intertwined with a delicate pattern of tulips. Tucked underneath the tray was a gorgeous, ultra-sheer silk robe in a deep shade of lavender. It was clearly the part Gorya, Kaning, and Mica had put their hearts into, ensuring something purely beautiful was included amidst the boys' craziness.
"Wow..." I murmured, running my fingers over the silk. "This is actually so beautiful. At least someone in that group has sanity."
"An acceptable addition to the estate," Keifer agreed smoothly, though his dark eyes were already shifting toward the final, medium-sized box. It was wrapped in a dangerous, matte-black paper, and it had been slid onto the pile at the very last second by Yuri, who had practically sprinted out the door right after.
"Let's verify the final priority asset," Keifer rumbled low, his smirk slowly crawling back onto his lips.
I reached out with a trembling hand, tearing the black paper away and lifting the lid of the box.
The exact millisecond the interior was revealed, I felt my entire soul completely leave my body. My jaw dropped so wide I thought it was going to hit the mattress.
Packed tightly inside the box, filled to the absolute brim in neat, perfectly organized rows, were condoms. A massive, ridiculous, utterly overwhelming amount of them. I quickly scanned the shiny foil packages—there were at least twelve full boxes of premium, luxury brands stacked neatly atop one another.
And lying right on top of the mountain of latex was a small, neatly folded piece of paper with Freya's elegant handwriting scrawled across it in dark ink.
"What is it, wifey?" Keifer asked, his voice dripping with absolute, unapologetic amusement as he watched my face turn from white to a deep, explosive shade of crimson.
"I... I am going to die," I whimpered. With shaking fingers, I picked up the note, reading it out loud in a shaky, completely horrified whisper:
> To our favorite Watson Couple,
We all know Keifer has zero self-control when it comes to you, and honestly, he probably won't leave you alone for a single second now that you're officially his. Even though Section E desperately wants a miniature Watson baby to play with very soon, we think you should probably use these for a little while first! Or... knowing the King, maybe Keifer will finish this entire stash in one single day. Honestly, probably less than a day. Because we all know he isn't going to let you out of that bed, Mutya.
Hope your legs survive him! 😉🖤
– Your Loyal Madhouse
>
The silence that followed my reading of the note was completely, utterly suffocating. My face burned so violently hot I felt like my hair was literally going to catch fire. I forcefully threw the note back into the box, my hands flying up to cover my face as a loud, desperate groan escaped my throat.
"Gagoo! They are so incredibly embarrassing! I can never look them in the eye again! I am literally going to change my name, pack my bags, and move to a different continent today!" I wailed into my palms, kicking my legs under the duvet.
Keifer didn't say a single word.
Slowly, anxiously, I parted my fingers just a fraction to peek at him through the gaps. The King of the district was sitting perfectly still, his broad, muscular frame radiating that familiar, intoxicating heat. He was staring directly into the box of condoms, his dark, piercing eyes calmly scanning the rows with a completely unbothered, calculated, and serious expression.
Then, he slowly lifted his gaze to meet mine. That wicked, intensely dominant, and thoroughly shameless smirk was fully etched onto his handsome face.
"A single day?" Keifer murmured smoothly, his gravelly morning voice dropping into that deep, commanding register that always made my knees go weak and my core completely dissolve.
"Keifer! Don't you dare start!" I squeaked, my heart hammering violently against my ribs as he slowly began to crawl forward over the mattress, his massive frame completely casting a shadow over mine.
"Section E's calculations are highly inaccurate," Keifer rumbled low, his long fingers reaching out to wrap tightly, unyieldingly around my waist. With a single, effortless pull, he dragged my lower body forward across the sheets until I was pinned completely flush against his solid, bare chest.
He leaned down, his lips brushing directly against my earlobe, his hot breath sending an immediate, intense wave of desire straight down my spine.
"Twelve is a severe underestimation, wifey," he whispered gravelly, his large hand sliding down to grip my hip possessively beneath the oversized shirt. "And they are completely right about one thing... I have no intention of letting you out of this bed today. Let's see if your legs can prove them wrong."
"KEIFERRRRRR!" I shrieked into his chest, but my hands were already gripping his shoulders as he reached up, dragging the heavy duvet completely over our heads, sealing us away from the noisy world in our own private, lavender-scented darkness once again.