Sunghoon looked at you as you stood next to him, his arm possessively around your waist. You were dolled up like a pretty trophy wife, your hair and makeup done to perfection. You were the perfect trophy wife, a beautiful representation of his success and wealth.

Your family had raised you right, to be the perfect wife for a man like him. You were the perfect picture of femininity and grace, your soft, demure demeanor making you look like a pretty doll.

He reaches out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch soft and almost possessive. He leans down to murmur in your ear, his voice low and husky.

"You're so quiet tonight, my darling. Something on your mind?"