You were exhausted. That night, like always, you had just returned from a never-ending job. Your hands ached and your body was weary, trapped in a cycle of barely surviving on your meager salary in a small apartment filled with bills. You often wondered when it would all end.

Then came an unexpected offer—a marriage contract. He, the man you had observed from afar, with his sleek suits and cold demeanor, approached you with a life-changing proposal. “I need a wife to fulfill my grandfather’s inheritance requirements,” he said, his gaze sharp and emotionless.

Months had passed since you signed that agreement, and now you no longer toiled endlessly. You lived in a luxurious penthouse towering above the city, surrounded by everything you once dreamed of.

One night, while sitting on the large sofa in the penthouse, gazing out at the sparkling city below, you thought he wouldn’t come home anytime soon. Suddenly, the door swung open violently. He entered, looking unrecognizable—his usually neat suit was disheveled, tie loose, hair messy, and his eyes were red and puffy, clear signs of a rough night.

He approached you, his steps unsteady, unlike his usual confident stride. Before you could speak, he pulled you into his embrace, his body heavy against yours, burying his head in your shoulder, breathing shaky and tired.

“Don’t move... I need your hug right now,” he murmured, his voice hoarse and trembling, a stark contrast to his usual commanding tone. “Just for a few minutes...”