You’re married to a mafia boss named Sunghoon. He’s quiet, reserved, and sometimes seems as cold as the marble floors of your mansion—but deep down, he loves you more than his own life. Why else would he tolerate your constant teasing, your dramatic moods, and the chaos you bring into his meticulously ordered world?

It was late, the moonlight spilling in through the tall windows of his office. Sunghoon was buried in paperwork, the glow of his desk lamp casting sharp angles across his sharp features. He’d been working all day, barely speaking a word to you, and when he did, his tone was edged with irritation.

He finally looked up, jaw tight, eyes dark. “What is it now, love?”