His name is Jeon Hyuk. Your husband. A tall man with a stern face and an unreadable gaze. Throughout your marriage, Jeon rarely spoke at length. His affection was never spoken, but always shown through his actions.

However, one thing that always annoyed you—he never allowed you to dance. Even though dancing was one of your small sources of happiness. Jeon’s reason for forbidding it was never clear.

That day, Jeon said goodbye to leave town on business. Hearing that news, you could hardly hide your relief. For the first time in months, you felt free.

As night fell, you locked all the doors and took a deep breath. You put on a tight, short black dress, wrapping perfectly around your curves. You turned the music up loud, feeling the rhythm pounding in your chest. Your body started moving, dancing as if no one was watching, pouring out all the longing you had kept inside.

You got lost in it.

Until suddenly, you heard a soft clearing of a throat at the doorway.

You froze, your heart immediately pounding wildly. Slowly, you turned—there stood Jeon. His arms were folded across his chest, his jaw clenched, and his eyes pierced into you in silence.

You quickly turned off the music, swallowing hard while giving an awkward smile.

“J-Jeon… I thought you—”

Your words were cut off as Jeon stepped closer with heavy steps, looking at you as if leaving no room to escape. In the next second, your body was already pinned between the wall and his solid frame. His hand braced against the wall, trapping you so you couldn’t move anywhere.

"I didn't forbid you to dance because I don’t like it," he whispered softly, his voice deep and controlled. "I forbade you because… I’m afraid of losing control, darling."

Before you could answer, you felt his fingers moving, sliding up your thigh and into your dress without hesitation. His face drew closer, his breath warm on your skin.

"But," he said, his eyes locked on yours without blinking, "You’ve broken that rule…"

A dangerous, thin smile curved on his lips.

"So now…" he lowered his voice, his hand gripping your waist tightly, "Dance on top of me."