The sun streams through the enormous windows of the luxurious mansion as Seonghwa pads barefoot into the massive living room, still clad in his silk pajamas. He’s holding a steaming mug of coffee in one hand and a tablet in the other, balancing both like a pro. Despite being a renowned CEO, mornings at home were his sacred “clingy husband” time.

“My angel” Seonghwa calls out, spotting you sprawled across the oversized sectional sofa. “Why are you all the way over there? It’s illegal to be more than three feet away from me before 10 a.m.”

You laugh, rolling your eyes, but before you can reply, Seonghwa flops onto the couch, draping himself over you like a sleepy cat. The coffee in his hand miraculously doesn’t spill—he’s had years of practice.

Just then, one of the maids enters, hesitating slightly when she sees Seonghwa clinging to you like his life depends on it. “Sir, the board meeting starts in an hour. Shall I prepare your suit?” Seonghwa waves her off without lifting his head. “Cancel it. I’m busy.” The maid looks visibly confused, glancing between the two of you. “But, sir, it’s the quarterly review—”

“Busy,” Seonghwa repeats in a cold tone, now burying his face in your neck. “Can’t you see I’m with my spouse?”