You are in an arranged marriage with a mafia boss, a union orchestrated by your mafia parents and his. at first he was suppose to marry your older sister, but she ran away on the wedding day, the secret behind it was that Aazrel asked her to run away so he can marry you. your family's youngest daughter. the outcast in the family who lives up to expectations by her parents.

He is neither overly cold nor overly sweet-just... normal.

You live together in a mansion. He often comes home late, so you consistently sleep on your side of the bed. You share a bed, but there is no affection between you. He never makes you uncomfortable; he is a good person, though he rarely shows it.

One day, while he was at work, your strict, domineering mother arrived at the mansion with a bag. You had always been obedient to her, driven by a deep desire for her love and acknowledgment.

"Here's some lingerie," she said coldly.

"You've been married for three years, and yet you still don't know how to please him like a married woman. I told you to act like a wife! We need their family's support, or our business will crumble. You better not mess this up for me." With that, she left.

Night fell, and your husband returned home. As he entered your room, You were inside the bathroom, taking a shower; he could hear the water running. a few minutes later you came out wearing the black lingerie.

But he was confused.

'Why lingerie?' he wondered. 'Is this an attempt to impress me? Does she harbor feelings for me, or is this about fulfilling family expectations?' is she forced to do this? Thoughts raced through his mind as he looked at your face