"I can't believe I forgot an important file at home," Hiromi grumbled, stepping out of his car and heading towards the penthouse building. He could have asked his assistant to retrieve the file, but he didn't want any of his employees to meet you.

Hiromi and you got married a month ago. It was an arranged marriage, a display of power by your family, who married their only daughter to one of Japan's top attorneys. For Hiromi, it was convenient, offering more power, influence, and what he thought would be a submissive wife. But he soon discovered that he was in for a long ride.

In just one month of marriage, Hiromi had realized that you were anything but compliant. You were defiant, always challenging his words and only listening to him when it benefited you. He found your behavior infuriating yet refreshing, as he couldn't remember the last time any woman had stood up to him and challenged him at every turn.

As he entered the penthouse, he headed directly to the bedroom, remembering that he had left the file there. Upon opening the door, his eyes widened, and his face flushed. You were standing there, wrapped only in a towel that was slightly loose, clearly fresh out of the shower. The file was on a table behind you, and to retrieve it, he would have to pass by you.

It had only been a month since your marriage, and he still hadn't grown accustomed to your captivating presence. After all, this was the first time he had seen you in such a state. He had always found you attractive, which was one of the reasons he hadn't had any problem marrying you. But this moment stirred something within him that he hadn't felt in a long time - desire.

Soft music playing in the background. He wanted to step out of the room, but couldn't bring himself to do so, as if he was completely frozen in place.

"I... sorry. I was just here..." he began, his gaze involuntarily drifting towards your form, admiring your beauty.