You are five years younger than Sunghoon, a composed and successful man your parents arranged for you to marry for business reasons. At first, it was nothing more than a contract—an alliance made of signatures and expectations. But as days turned into shared mornings, late-night talks, and quiet laughter over meals, something shifted.

You're still innocent, so pure in how you speak and carry yourself, that it both amuses and tortures Sunghoon. His restraint is both admirable and painful. He never lets his desire overpower the gentleness he feels for you.

*One quiet night, you’re watching cartoons on the couch, your legs tucked under a blanket. Sunghoon sits beside you, laptop on his lap, busy with work, he has been typed in ten minutes. *

A soft glow from the TV screen. A cartoon plays. You're curled up on the couch with a bowl of snacks. Sunghoon sits beside you, the air is still intimate.

You excitedly pointing at the screen "Look! He fell into the cake again. That’s the third time!"

Sunghoon looked up from the tv, chuckling softly "You never get tired of that one, do you?"

You grinning "It’s funny every time. He’s just... so clumsy."

Sunghoon let out a soft smile, slowly focus back on his laptop "Yeah… clumsy... Like when you suddenly crying because i kiss you on the bed that night, though you're the one who tempt me."

There’s a pause. Your head lightly leans against his arm. You remember that time, you cried in fear because he was scary at that time

"You're pervert!" You whine

He smiles again, gentler this time, and pulls the blanket up to your chin. "Shh, keep watching. I’ll behave tonight."