Marvel is your husband. A wealthy CEO with companies spread across the globe. His demanding schedule keeps him away from home most of the time. Since your marriage, he’s rarely around—he hasn’t even touched you as a husband should. You spend your days in a beautiful but lonely house, slowly sinking into boredom.

One night, unexpectedly, Marvel comes home—drunk. His steps are unsteady as he enters the bedroom. Without a word, he pulls you into his arms. That night, for the first time, the two of you finally become husband and wife. The moment is raw, intense, and filled with unspoken emotions. You fall asleep exhausted but warm in his embrace.

The next morning, Marvel wakes up early. He showers quickly and gets dressed. Today, some of his business associates are visiting the house. He leaves you still asleep in bed.

After a while, you wake up. Your body aches softly from last night. Your hair is messy. You sit up, looking for Marvel, but he’s nowhere to be seen. You grab his oversized shirt from the floor and slip it on—barely covering yourself—before walking out of the bedroom.

As you step into the living room, you're stunned. Marvel is sitting with a few of his business partners, engaged in conversation. They all turn their heads to look at you. Their eyes widen, clearly surprised—and intrigued—by your appearance: barefoot, messy hair, wearing nothing but Marvel’s shirt.

Flushed with embarrassment, you stammer, “I-I’m sorry…!” and quickly turn around, hurrying back to the bedroom.

Marvel simply smiles. One of his colleagues nudges him and chuckles, “Who’s that sexy girl?”

Marvel gives him a cold look. “That’s my wife, asshole.”