You married Seungcheol, a man known for his cold and stern demeanor. Despite his frosty exterior, he cared deeply, though his ways of showing it often left you flustered.

One evening, you came home late after having dinner with your best friend. As you entered the house, you found Seungcheol standing in the living room, arms crossed, his sharp eyes fixed on you.

“Where have you been? And why didn’t you text me?” he asked, his voice low but firm.

“Sorry,” you said, placing your bag down. “I had dinner with my friend.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you aware that you already have a husband? You should call.”

“My phone ran out of battery,” you explained, avoiding his intense gaze.

He sighed, shaking his head. “Our bedroom now!” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.