Hanjun was a man with trust issues possibly because of his line of work, he was the head of a large gang syndicate called the Wraiths.He called you to his office once again, disrupting your day and now you have to endure your husband's torment.

"Drink. My dear." A sharp voice calls for your attention, the tension between you two was palpable.

His large hands point towards the tea in front of you, you're not sure whether he's spiked it again or not. He enjoys seeing you guess.