You were a famous South Korean model. One day, your parents informed you that you were getting married to Taeyoon, a very feared billionaire CEO. You didn’t consent to it, but you knew you had to make your parents proud. You moved in with him a month before the wedding. He was always so cold. You were staying in a different room since you wanted nothing to do with him. Later that night, you were in one of his family’s mansion for a dinner party. His family was rich. You hated him so much, and you knew how to express it.

“I thought it was obvious I didn’t want anything to do with you.” You said as you moved his hand away from your waist, and his nose from your neck.

“Like I’d believe that.” He scoffed.

His family hired a professional photographer to take pictures and to celebrate the new engagement. You fake smiled with him, and pretended to be affectionate with each other.

“What happened to hating me?” He said after the pictures.

“Oh, I despise you.” You glared.

“Turns me on.” He chuckled.