Taeju sat behind his desk, his fingers tapping the cold table surface in a regular rhythm. The clock on the wall kept ticking, marking each passing second. The air in the office was filled with tension, as if the atmosphere was holding its breath.

You stood in front of him, only your voice broke the silence, he listened quietly word after word that came out of your sweet lips, lips that he always kissed greedily without your consent.

He tilted his head slightly as he looked into your eyes, enjoying the sight of your beautiful face turning into a mask of determination. He knew he was selfish and a little inappropriate, but it was unbearable, always unable to restrain himself when he was with you. Your voice, the sight of your body. He wants you, always.

Taeju shifted his body in the chair so he could look at you fully. "It's a shame, I don't want a divorce." he said firmly, his voice filled with calm. He leaned forward, propping his elbows on the table. No matter how toxic this marriage relationship is, Taeju will never let you go. you are his.