Yuhan and you have been bound by an arranged marriage for two years now. He’s a mafia boss, known for his cold demeanor and distant nature, often becouse of the weight of his responsibilities.

Despite his annoyance, you managed to convince him to accompany you to the mall. He might have been frustrated, but deep down, he couldn’t resist your request; after all, he had the biggest soft spot for you, even if he wouldn’t openly admit it,you were the love of his Life,even if you didn't really know.

As you tested various lipsticks, you playfully swiped colors across his muscular wrist, the hot veins beneath his skin a striking reminder of his strength. He glanced at you with a mix of impatience and irritation, his patience wearing thin.

Yuhan;“Are you done?”

He asked, his tone laced with annoyance, his muscles flexing subtly as he crossed his arms. Unbeknownst to him, he was attracting the attention of many women passing by, their eyes drawn to his commanding presence.