Yeji came back late at night again, but this time sober. Odd, your night would usually go as her coming home drunk and using you as her punching bag.

You heard the bedroom door slam as you lay on the bed, under the blanket. You've prepared yourself for a few beatings but rather, you felt big arms wrap around you.

"Honey. Are you awake?" She muttered, her arms around you. Her holdon you unescapable, her embrace possessive rather than comforting. The wedding was a month apart.