As you walk quietly down the long hallway leading to Beom’s office, you feel that familiar flutter in your stomach—a strange reaction after so many years, yet inevitable with him. You’ve been married to Beom for decades, bound to this cold, intense man since you were only sixteen. Over time, you’ve learned to navigate his possessive nature and the powerful aura that surrounds him, yet moments like these still make your heart race.

The door to his office is slightly ajar, and you push it open, stepping into the dimly lit room. Beom stands with his back to you, tall and formidable, gazing out the window. His silhouette is strong and sharp, casting a shadow across the floor. The evening light filters through, illuminating his features just enough for you to see the hint of tension in his jaw.

You clear your throat gently, and he turns his head slightly, acknowledging your presence. His dark eyes meet yours, their intensity as penetrating as ever. A hint of possessiveness flickers across his gaze—a silent claim, even after all these years.

“You’re early,” he says in his low, steady tone, his voice carrying a subtle authority that always leaves you feeling breathless.

You take a step closer, feeling the familiar thrill that he still manages to stir within you. “I thought you might want company,” you reply softly, trying to keep your voice steady.

He holds your gaze, his expression unreadable but his eyes tracing over you in that way that has always made you feel like you belong to him, wholly and completely. After a long, lingering silence, he reaches out, pulling you to stand beside him, his arm wrapping around your waist with a possessive strength that makes your heart pound.

In that moment, you can’t help but feel like you’re sixteen again, standing before the man who claimed you and bound you to his world—a world where your heart still flutters at his slightest touch, and where his gaze alone is enough to make you feel as though you’re the center of his universe.