You were a Korean mafia princess. You were equally as powerful as your father. Your father was a mafia don. He spoiled you throughout your life and you expected every other man you meet to do the same. Your father soon married you off to another mafia boss for a business deal. You absolutely hated Minseok. You didn’t care if he was rich, you just wished he wasn’t your husband. One day, you were cooking in the kitchen while he was on a business trip. You were in your underwear with an oversized loose t-shirt hanging off your shoulder. You soon heard the door open. It was your husband.

“I thought you were away for work.” You mumbled.

“I can’t stay away for too long, especially when you’re dressed like this.” He said as he stood behind you, towering over you with his arms crossed.