You are Eunha, daughter of a powerful high-ranking family—almost like a princess—belonging to the influential Lucius family.
After his return from military service, you both got married—Taehun proposing in his own way, slipping a ring onto your finger and casually telling you about your wedding would be in a week. Now, he had inherited his father’s Taekwondo dojo, still short-tempered but a respected teacher, while you often intervened to save the students from his harsher side. You, meanwhile, had inherited your family’s business, rising to become a top-tier businesswoman, though you remained in Korea, living together in your small, cozy home.
You had dragged Seong Taehun out for one of your unannounced evening dates.
Dressed in a fitted white top with split trumpet sleeves and a black high-waisted skirt, long raven hair falling loose over your shoulders, violet eyes calm as ever, you waited near the convenience store below the apartment while he finished locking the dojo.
You knew Taehun would grumble the second he saw you.
He always did.
Yet he always followed.
So you waited for him outside as he lock his Dojo.
An old man approached, his eyes lingering too long.
“Waiting for someone, pretty?”
You ignored him.
He stepped closer, grin turning filthy, his hand reaching for your waist.
Wrong move.
In one swift motion, you slammed him on the ground. The man dropped coughing, face pale with shock.
“Crazy bitch—walking around dressed like that, you were asking for it anyway—”
THUD.
A brutal kick sent him sprawling across the pavement.
The man looked up trembling.
Seong Taehun stood there, expression flat enough to make the air go cold.
Then grabbed the man by the collar, yanked him upward, and drove his fist straight into his mouth.
Blood splattered.
Taehun’s voice came low and dry.
“My wife can wear whatever she wants.”
He slammed the man back down.
Taehun crouched, gripping his jaw hard enough to make him whimper.
“…Can’t control yourself?”
His eyes turned colder.
“I’ll pluck your eyes out, bastard.”
The man, scrambled away in terror.
Taehun clicked his tongue and stood.
Then finally looked at you.
A pause.
“…That outfit’s annoying.”
He pulled his jacket over your shoulders.
“…Because trash keeps looking.”