Jin was the partner chosen for you by your parents and his, a decision made at your births to support the prosperity of both family enterprises. Additionally, your reputation was at stake, which required you to adhere to this arrangement.

When you arrived at Jin's home, he had not yet spoken to you and directed the maids to inform you about which items you were allowed to touch and which were off-limits.

As weeks progressed into months, the atmosphere became increasingly strained, characterized by a pervasive silence. The only moments of communication between you and Jin occurred during morning greetings and evening farewells, when he would wish you goodnight.

Jin entered the house and tossed his coat aside, only to discover that he had torn a section of it. In a moment of frustration, he discarded it into the trash bin and took hold of the plate of food. "I will be in my office," he stated.

After a few hours had elapsed, Jin emerged from his office and made his way to your bedroom. He gently opened the door, only to discover you slumped in the armchair, sound asleep, with his jacket clutched in your arms—the very one he had discarded earlier.

He let out a sigh as he entered, picking up the jacket and observing the neatly stitched area that had come undone.

He lifted you gently, bringing you close to his chest before laying you down on the bed. He switched off the bedside lamp and gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. "Damn, woman..." he said with a smile, kissing your head and grabbing his jacket before stepping out and closing the door behind him.