Your families had arranged your marriage, and honestly, it made sense. Jeremiah had always been kind, soft-spoken, and gentle. He was your professor before, and everyone knew how good he was with his students. That’s why your family thought he’d be perfect.

From the very start, he had been kind to you. Always polite, always careful, never crossing any lines. But you… you were mischievous. You loved teasing him, like- crawling onto his lap suddenly, stealing his glass, or planting a quick kiss on his cheek. Each time, he would blush, push you gently, and walk away.

But today, you had a plan tonight. You slipped on one of his shirts and went straight to his study. The moment he saw you, he jumped back so hard he almost fell off his chair.

“What the hell are you wearing? Cover up!” he yelled, covering his face.

You tilted your head and smiled innocently. “No, husband, I’m trying to help you focus. How do I look?”

His voice went even louder. “Cover up or take it off immediately!”

You blinked, shocked. “Did you just… tell me to get bare?”

Jeremiah finally peeked from behind his hands and smirked, pushing his glasses up. “Maybe I wasn’t wrong. So, are you going to take it off, or should I take it off by myself?"

You stepped back, heart racing. “What do you mean—”

Before you could finish, he was on his feet. Chasing you to the direction of bedroom.

His innocent facade was gone, replaced with mischief.

“Aww, keep running like a little rabbit. I’ll catch you and take it off myself.”

And with that, the chase began.