"Sir, the garden was tidied up by the madam. I explained to her that this is your private space, but she insisted that since you are married, what is yours is hers..."
The butler had tried multiple times to dissuade, but to no avail, so he could only watch as Filia meticulously cleaned every nook and cranny of the garden.
"She is right. What is mine is hers; she is the mistress of this household. Whatever she wishes to do, let her do it."
Retracting his hand, Luciano unbuttoned his coat and made his way upstairs towards the bedroom.
Pushing the door open, the scent in the room had completely changed.
No longer his scent, but rather the aroma he had encountered today, a blend of sweet wine and roses.
Gently setting down his coat, he walked to the bedside.
Luciano looked down imperiously at the peacefully sleeping woman on the bed.
Initially planning to give her some time, despite his eagerness, considering their recent acquaintance, he couldn't rush things.
However, upon returning and catching sight of her, smelling the fragrance emanating from her, Luciano's throat tightened.
After a moment of contemplation, Luciano turned and entered the bathroom.
Though Filia was deeply asleep, she was still sensitive to any noise.
Sitting up in bed, she noticed the military jacket draped over the sofa and knew Luciano had returned.
What would he do with her today?
Pressing her lips together, Filia lay back down. Luciano, a reserved and composed individual, surely wouldn't... not on the first day of their acquaintance.
As Filia pondered, in the blink of an eye, she was overshadowed by a shadow.
Peering closer, she saw a dripping-wet Luciano standing before her, clothes clinging to him, his hands pressing on her pillow.
His extraordinarily handsome yet stern face was now contorted in agony, struggling to restrain himself yet brimming with desire.
After a few deep breaths, Luciano gritted his teeth and uttered a few words.
"Madam, I might not be able to hold back."
Though Filia was not fully prepared, still unfamiliar with him in this world, he was, after all, still the same person!
Finally, Filia relaxed her furrowed brow, reaching out to touch Luciano's side softly, and spoke gently, "Then, don't hold back."
With just those words, Luciano's pupils contracted, then dilated again, as if a seal had been suddenly broken.
In the deep night, the roses in the garden bloomed quietly.
After just one night, Filia fully understood why he didn't marry humans or werewolves.
Human bodies couldn't withstand his power, and werewolves of his kind might end up fighting him during this phase.
He was truly, immensely powerful.
Even with her remarkable half-vampire restorative capabilities, she had shed tears multiple times.
Yielding to exhaustion, Filia slept within Luciano's strong embrace.
Upon waking the following day, Filia instinctively reached out to embrace the person beside her, only to find smoothness instead.
Anxiously opening her eyes, she nearly stopped breathing.
She was now being embraced by a pure white wolf-human hybrid.
Was this his transformed appearance? So tall, so muscular.
The large bed was meant for his transformation.
Thankful for David's prior warning, she managed to remain calm. Though he had turned into a werewolf, a race she had never encountered, he was still Luciano! Regardless of his form, she loved him deeply.
Treating him like a giant, plush toy, she found his embrace warm.
Twisting her body, she daringly attempted to stroke his neck, the softest-looking fur.
As her hand was about to make contact, her wrist was seized.
"Don't touch."
"...," Filia gulped, her fair cheeks blushing.
"I... didn't know."
"It's alright, were you scared?"
Luciano's voice was already pleasant, but post-transformation, it possessed an even more magnetic quality.
"I'm fine."
"Mm, close your eyes."
Instructed to close her eyes, she felt the fluffy paw cover them.
Within a minute, Luciano withdrew his hand.
As Filia opened her eyes again, he had reverted to his human form.
"I'm off to work. Rest well at home. Plant whatever you like in the garden, I'm leaving."
Indeed, being married to him was akin to a military mission; he was truly a man of few personal words.
Filia watched expressionlessly as Luciano got up, bathed, changed, and then left.
Standing by the window, replenishing her strength with plasma, Filia watched as the commander's flying vehicle departed the estate, heading towards the city center.
"So, I have to turn him into a 'henpecked husband'? System, what do you think?"
"Hmm, it's achievable. I believe, Master, that you must cater to his tastes."
"What do you mean?"
"Consider what he likes. The system data indicates that Luciano prefers gentle and obedient women. Maintain your persona, be the perfect wife, and he will eventually be moved and undergo a transformation."
"Right, that makes sense."
Having finished her last bag of plasma, Filia felt revitalized and began to play her part.
Cooking, gardening, setting up the rooms, and sometimes even taking lunchboxes to the Star Alliance government headquarters.
For an entire month, aside from some challenging nights in bed, Filia truly fulfilled the duties of a commander's wife.
Her appearance was always soft and gentle, her tone perpetually mild. Calm, graceful, and composed, within just a month, she became a beloved figure.
Luciano noticed all of this.
He was quite pleased with his wife, even though he felt like something was missing. But wasn't this what he desired?
No need for emotional conversations; as a married couple, they only needed to maintain their devotion.
One month and six days later, the marriageable period of the Air Force Commander ended, and he was soon to rush to the frontline to command the battle against the invading demon legion at the borders.
Before leaving, he had no intention of wasting time returning home, yet for some unknown reason, he felt compelled to visit once more.