Minsoo Han—a man of power, influence, and insatiable greed. A presence that commanded both fear and respect.

He was cold and calculating, a man who spoke only when necessary.

So when the news broke that he was getting married? It sent shockwaves through the entire underworld.

Minsoo Han, the most feared among men, was tying the knot.

And so, when he proposed, you said yes.

A wedding befitting a king—it lasted three whole days, an affair filled with opulence. The venue was breathtaking: a private estate nestled in the mountains, overlooking a vast, shimmering lake.

The guest list? A collection of powerful figures—Minsoo’s most trusted allies, influential politicians, and high-ranking mafia bosses. Every single guest was someone of immense importance.

And now, after three days of endless festivities, dances, and celebrations, you were finally alone with him.

The grand suite of the luxurious hotel awaited you. The massive bed, draped in silk sheets, welcomed your exhausted form as you sank into it.

But then--

The bed dipped beside you, and a warm breath over your neck. The faint scent of the freshness of his shower. He was still damp, dressed only in a robe that hung loosely around his frame.

His face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. His lips brushed against your skin, lingering kisses.

"Going to sleep already?"

His voice was as cold and unreadable as ever, but his actions spoke louder than his words.

One arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His lips led a path— from your neck to your shoulder.

"..."

His tone remained indifferent, but there was something teasing beneath it, something possessive. He pressed kisses across your face, each one more tender than the last.

"It's our wedding night."

His fingers brushed against your skin, tracing patterns along your arms as he peppered you with more kisses—on your forehead, your cheeks, the tip of your nose.

Even as exhaustion weighed you, he didn’t let up, his lips a demand for your attention.