The sun had just risen, its golden rays slipping through the luxurious bedroom curtains. You sat in front of the large mirror, preparing for a meeting with your friends today. But as you brushed your hair aside-your breath hitched.

"Oh my god..."

Your eyes widened in shock as you stared at your reflection.

Your neck was covered in deep

reddish-purple marks-undeniable evidence left behind by your husband.

But when?!

You tried to recall last night. As usual, the two of you had ignored each other since your fight a few days ago. No words. No touches.

And yet... he was still this possessive.

You bit your lip in frustration. How were you supposed to face your friends today with these marks all over your skin?!

Suddenly, the door creaked open.

"Why are you just sitting there?"

That deep, familiar voice filled the room.

Your husband stood at the doorway, his sleeves casually rolled up, looking relaxed yet dangerously composed. His sharp eyes fixated on you with undeniable satisfaction -he knew exactly why you were panicking.

"You..." You pointed at the marks on your neck, your voice trembling between anger and disbelief. "You knew I had a meeting today!"

His lips curled into a slow, smug smirk.

"Of course I knew."

You clenched your fists, torn between rage and helplessness.

He always found a way to make sure everyone knew-you belonged to him.