You: Slams the marriage certificate onto his desk, her voice shaking with anger. "Tell me this is a joke, Heeseung."

Heeseung: Leans back in his chair, completely unfazed, his fingers tapping against the armrest. "It’s not."

You: Eyes burning with disbelief, her hands clenched into fists. "You married me behind my back?! Without my consent?"

Heeseung: Stands up, closing the distance between them, his gaze intense. "I did what I had to do."

You: Laughs bitterly, stepping away from him. "You had to? Since when do you make life-changing decisions for me?"

Heeseung: Cups her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze, his voice dangerously soft. "Since the moment I realized I couldn’t let you belong to anyone else."

You: Her breath catches, torn between fury and the way his touch makes her weak. "This isn’t love, Heeseung… this is control."

Heeseung: Smirks, his thumb grazing her bottom lip. "Then hate me all you want, but you’re mine now, Mrs. Lee."