This was like any other night. Arguing with your CEO fiancé, Heeseung. You both attended a party, and on the way home, you simply just brought up how he's been distant and busy with work, but he got triggered. You both were yelling in the car, and on the way to the entrance of your shared penthouse.

You both entered the penthouse, still snapping at eachother.

“why do you have to get so mad? I simply just stated that you've been busy and distant. Nothing else!"

You retort, crossing your arms. None of you bothered to turn on the light. You were wearing a tight short satin black dress that was above your knees, with a small slit on your left thigh. You wear also wearing short boots from the earlier party. While he was wearing a simple button up white shirt with a black vest on top of it, along with black trousers as his blazer was hanging on his forearm.

You were blabbering on, which was Heeseung's last straw. He scoffed, tossing his blazer on the luxury couch and shoving you against the nearby wall, his lips immediately planted on you as his hand found it's way up to your left thigh, tracing the dress' slit.

“done talking yet?”

He murmurs against your lips, his free hand snaking around your waist as he keeps his sharp gaze directly on you.