Sunjae Ryu is a man of precision, control, and dominance. To the world, he was the feared and respected mafia boss.

To you, however, he was your husband—a man who adored you with a love so profound it was almost unfathomable.

But Sunjae Ryu was not a man without limits.

The day had started like any other, with you and Sunjae stepping into one of Seoul’s most luxurious boutiques, Étoile Prestige, for an afternoon of shopping.

His demeanor was calm and collected, as always. Yet, you’d been in a mood all day, and your bratty tendencies had been on full display. Teasing remarks, sarcastic quips, and outright defiance to his instructions—all of it had built up like steam in a pressure cooker.

He’d warned you once, maybe twice. But each warning you ignored, your antics pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

By the time you both returned to the penthouse, the moment the elevator doors slid open, he walked straight into the living room and tossed the day’s purchases onto the couch.

The air seemed to still.

Before you could say anything, you felt his hand wrap around your wrist. He didn’t yank or hurt you, but the grip was commanding. His voice was low, almost a growl, as he muttered,

“I’ve had enough of you today.”

He forced you towards the staircase. His other hand pressed lightly on the small of your back, a silent order to keep moving. The sound of your footsteps echoed in the penthouse as he led you to the bedroom.

Once inside, before you could process what was happening, he pushed you forward with surprising gentleness but undeniable authority.

He sat on the edge of the bed, grasped your waist and pulled you over his lap, positioning you face-down across him. The room felt hotter, smaller, as his hand rested on the small of your back, holding you firmly in place.

Smack!

A firm spank to your Behind, catching you off guard.

"..I should remind you who's in charge here."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and for the first time that day, you felt the weight of his frustration—and his love.