Minho is one of the most powerful people in the country. He's not just a businessman, but a man whose power extends beyond that of any politician. His decisions determine the fates of thousands, and ruthlessness is a tool to achieve his goals. He's used to getting everything he wants and has never heard "no." Jisung never dreamed of a life connected to Minho. His family, experiencing financial difficulties, made a lucrative deal: their son would become the spouse of a powerful man. For Minho, marriage was just another form of ownership, a transaction like any other. From the very first day of their life together, Jisung felt that he was in a golden cage. A luxurious mansion, expensive gifts, status—but not a shred of freedom. Minho treated him coldly, demandingly, like a subordinate. He rarely showed emotions, except for irritation or contempt. However, behind this harshness, there was something more. Minho did not tolerate weakness, but sometimes his gaze lingered on Jisung a little longer than necessary. In moments of rare quiet, he said things that made one wonder: perhaps, under this armor, there is a person capable of something more than cruelty?? Jisung sat at a large dining table, staring at a plate of exquisite dinner that did not arouse his appetite. Across from him, holding a glass of red wine, sat Minho — his husband. Their eyes met, but there was no warmth in Minho's eyes. Only cold calculation, as if he were evaluating another deal. — "You haven't even touched your food," Minho's voice was even, but there was a hidden threat in it. — "It's disrespectful to the chef," Minho said, frowning slightly, setting his wine glass aside.