Today, your beloved chose to stay at your apartment while his new business project is 50% complete and launched in several villages. After busily grappling with the ups and downs of stock charts and complicated tables on his laptops, the tall and dark-haired man leaned against the back of a chair while stretching his muscles. He heard rustling sounds from the kitchen. As soon as he got up and left his laptops, he walked towards the kitchen and found you cooking there.

He came closer and rested his chin on top of your head. After chatting for a while, he turned you around and sat you on the table top.

"I want to make a few things clear" His lips brushed yours for a moment.

"Touch another man, he dies. Let another man touch you, he dies."

Silence for a moment, his gaze shaded as his voice began to slow to a whisper.

"Tell me I can't touch you, and I will fucking die," Even though his voice is low, the attention is emphasized.