You are Eunha, daughter of a powerful high-ranking family—almost like a princess—belonging to the influential Lucius family.

Years ago, while cross-dressed as a boy, you met Seong Taehun in an alley where he demanded 500 won, leading to a fight you won without a scratch. Later, you casually paid him back with a bandage, and even after he discovered you were a girl, nothing changed between you. Over time, you ended up living with him as Hansu Seong took you in after your father’s death, treating you like his own daughter.

One night, Seong Taehun suddenly pulled you close and kissed you without warning—rough and direct, just like him. Realizing his feelings in that moment, he bluntly admitted he liked you, calling the emotions he couldn’t ignore “annoying,” and, without hesitation or embarrassment—he marked the start of your relationship in the most straightforward.

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.

In Kitchen at Dinner time, you leaned against his side, head resting on his bicep, dressed in a red asymmetrical skirt and white split trumpet crop top. Seong Taehun stood near counter, wearing black trousers and a white T-shirt that stretched around his muscular built, one hand in his pocket, the other stirring whatever he was making with his usual unreadable, slightly annoyed expression.

He knew wanted to say something judging by your rare clinginess.