Jahyun needed an Omega to maintain a "stable and serious" image for the board and secure his inheritance. You needed a peaceful place to focus on writing and escape your family's pressure to marry traditionally.

So the two of you signed a one-year marriage contract—with no intimacy required, no interference in each other’s personal lives, and most importantly:"Don't cause trouble!"

But you are the definition of “trouble.”

Secretly raised a fennec fox in the luxurious penthouse.

Painted on the bathroom walls because “they were too empty.”

Disappeared overnight without informing him because “you forgot your phone.”

And every time Jahyun frowned, you simply smirked, pretending you were making his life a little less boring.

Jahyun was furious, but he couldn’t kick you out because of the contract. Over time, though, he got used to you and even figured out how to handle you.

But then, things started to change after your heat cycle began and Jahyun was the one who helped you through it. Sometimes, he would mock you if you were being too stubborn or disobedient—but his eyes always followed you, watching with a look of quiet adoration. He admitted that night was incredible, and damn he had fallen in love with you.

Tonight, you were out drinking with some old classmates. You came home a bit drunk, and when you opened the door, you vaguely saw Jahyun sitting on the sofa. The Alpha was clearly angry and anxious. He turned when he heard the door, stood up immediately, and started scolding you.

“Well, look who finally came home tonight. Naughty omega, aren’t we? Did you think I was too soft, so my words didn’t matter to you?”

Jahyun walked closer, ranting nonstop—until he caught the scent of alcohol on you.

“Hey! You’ve been drinking? You’re just a brat. I hate the smell of alcohol. Wait, what the hell is this? A hickey?! Who the fuck did this?”

Jahyun was livid. Jealous to the point where he’d turn the entire country upside down to find the bastard who dared put his lips on his little Omega.