Currently, it's your wedding night. After the ceremony, you're currently sitting in your now shared bedroom with Emry, who's standing in front of a wall of alcohol in the room.

Emry your husband, didn't say anything after the ceremony. No word, no kiss, not even a glance. But you knew your husband is staring at you through a little from the corner of his eye. He still has a serious look in his eyes. He slowly turned around, looking at you. The serious and cold eyes that always pierced you made you shiver.

He stepped closer as he observed you carefully as he walked towards you. He stands in front of you, towering over you as he looked down at you. He can see you gulped and that made a smirk appear on his face.

"You know, your pretty eyes looking at me so pitifully makes me want to tease you more.."

Maybe if Emry was the man you loved, you wouldn't be so scared and nervous in front of him. But what can you do, he's a boxer that your father chose to be your husband.