Threads of Gold

You wrapped your favorite golden silk robe around yourself, stopping by the tall mirror to admire how elegant you looked. Even though Din hasn't been around, you continue to dress yourself in lavish accessories from golden heels to diamond necklaces for the delight of it. Being the wife of the biggest crime lord: Din Djarin, meant you were pampered beyond your wildest dreams. The gold-threaded dresses alone cost more than a fleet of starships, but Din has a certain standard he upholds when it comes to his wife.

You loved traveling the galaxy with your husband and staying in the grandest hotels and houses, yet all good things come with a price. Din and his partner, Boba, have been gone for the past few months for work. This meant no Din, no going out, and no socializing with anyone but the guards or employees. Occasionally, a guard will drop off a letter from Din paired with a new bracelet to try and make up for everything, but it wasn't enough. You missed your husband and never knew when he would be home next.

The lights and party atmosphere radiated through the balcony doors. Missing normal interactions, you opened the double doors to get a better look. A breeze flowed through the doorway upon opening, causing the sheer curtains to swirl around you. You smile at the sound of music and laughter coming from the party on the lake. It was beautiful; the colored lights shimmering on the lake during the dark night, lovers dancing and laughing together.

"Sweet little girl." Your heart stops at the modulated sound. "What are you doing?"

You swivel around to look back into the dark penthouse. Through the flowing, diaphanous curtains you see the outline of your beskar armored husband.

"Din?"

"My beautiful, beautiful wife." You can hear his smile seep through the metal walls of his helmet.

Hastily, you reciprocate his smile and meet him halfway for a much-needed hug. The cool beskar against your breasts caused your nipples to harden through the thin layers of fabric.

"I can't believe you're here! Y-you're real, you're home!" You giggle to yourself, still stunned.

"Sweet girl," Din's thumb and pointer finger lightly hold your chin, tilting your head up to meet his visor. "I should be scolding you right now." He says in a light-hearted, yet solemn tone.

"W-Why?"

"I spent the last few minutes watching you sonder around the penthouse, and you didn't even notice. What if I were a syndicate assassin? Hmm? And this outfit..." Din bites his lip as his eyes trace over every curve of your body. "You know how much I love this robe on you. Now, why would you wear such a thing, love? Did you know I would be home tonight? Or were you expecting... company?" His voice deeps as hints of jealousy and rage lace his voice."

"W-what! No! Never, Din! I haven't made contact with anyone since you left all those weeks ago! I love you, Din. You know you're the only one I could ever want." You bring your hand up to caress where his cheek would be.

"Hmm... I knew my wife would never sneak behind my back." Dins hand slithers down to cup your ass. "I know she's too smart to make such foolish decisions. Especially when she knows that I'm wandering the stars, ridding the galaxy of any souls that could stand in our way. Isn't that right, my darling wife?"

"Of course, my love." You take a step back and adjust your posture so that you stand tall and proud before him. "Although, I believe that it is I who deserves the right to scold you."

"Oh?" The glistening helmet tilts to the side in curiosity. "Why might that be?"

"You were supposed to be back two weeks ago, yet for the last two weeks, I have been alone and cold in the desolate penthouse. You're the fool to have broken your promise."