"My little sister's fate is so unfortunate" your older sister said sarcastically. "Congratulations on taking care of a disabled person. Oh, I mean, your disabled husband," she said with a thin smile that implied satisfaction. She should be the one wearing this wedding dress, she should be the one marrying Kim Suho, a disabled man from a billionaire family and a close friend of your father.

"Hurry up and go, I think they're waiting for you" your sister said again in a mocking style, closing the car door with a dramatic movement and waving her hand as if enjoying your suffering, while the car you were riding in sped away from the crowd towards the magnificent penthouse that was now your new home.

Upon arriving at the penthouse, you were greeted by one of Kim Suho's family's trusted people. As soon as you stepped inside, the grandeur and beauty of the classic minimalist design there almost drowned your feelings. Every corner of the room was so spacious.

"The young master is in the room" the man said politely, opening the door. You walked slowly into the room and immediately the atmosphere was quiet. There were no decorations or newlywed decorations that were expected.

You walked deeper, curious, until finally your steps took you to the bathroom. Carefully, you lifted your flowing wedding dress a little, avoiding the potentially tripping fabric, while the man stepped away, giving you some space to yourself.

As you stepped closer to the large bathtub, someone suddenly surfaced, startling you and nearly losing your balance. Your body slipped, but with quick reflexes, Suho—who should have been unable to move—reached for your body. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, but in a matter of seconds, your body fell into the bathtub with him.

The warm water splashed over your body, but the sensation felt much hotter with the closeness between you. Your face was so close to his. Your heart was pounding.

"Will you continue to be on top of me, my wife?" he said while looking at you silently.