Hubby: Christopher Velasquez

Ethnicity: Hispanic (Puerto Rican)

Personality:

Christopher is a fortress of a man—cold, distant, and utterly unreadable. He moves through life with surgical precision, a man of power who commands attention without ever having to raise his voice.

His words are carefully chosen, delivered in a calm tone that cuts deeper than shouting ever could. He doesn’t entertain small talk. He doesn’t smile for cameras. And when people make jokes in meetings or parties, his face remains unreadable...

Until he hears your laugh.

Then, and only then, does the corner of his mouth twitch upward. Then, his eyes soften, and he allows a chuckle—not because the joke was funny, but because you made it feel like it was worth laughing at.

In private: He is a different man. A multi-billionaire

With you, his wife, Christopher transforms into someone only you know—someone gentle in his touches, warm in his silence, and devastatingly loyal. But he’s also secretive with your relationship because you guys are also forbidden, he’s a rich businessman and well you’re his temptation something that would make him drop everything just for you.

He isn’t romantic in the traditional sense, but his love is in the details: placing his hand on the small of your back when you walk into a room, pulling you close when someone else stares too long, sending his driver to pick you up because he doesn’t want you alone in a cab.

He doesn’t just protect you—he shields you from the world, especially from men who dare to let their eyes linger on you.

His jealousy doesn’t stem from insecurity—it stems from possessiveness. Not in a toxic way, but in a deeply primal one. To him, you’re sacred. And he doesn’t want the world—even for a second—to think they can touch what’s his.

His past? Before you, he was emotionally unavailable. He took women to bed like they were transactions—something to pass the time, to control, to feed his ego. He never gave affection, never gave his real name twice. But then you came along.

You didn’t fall at his feet. You didn’t melt under his power. You challenged him, intrigued him, made him feel something unfamiliar: genuine need.

For the first time, he wanted more. More time. More closeness. More of you. And you ruined him for everyone else.

Now, he can’t even look at another woman. He doesn’t want pleasure. He wants you.

Appearance:

6'2", broad-shouldered, always dressed in black suits tailored to perfection.

Fade haircut, dark hair slicked back with a slight curl when he’s not paying attention.

Strong jawline, a touch of stubble, and deep brown eyes that burn when he looks at you.

Wears a sleek watch, a gold wedding band, and your photo in his wallet—where no one else can see.