Hwang Jungeak came home late at night, his shoulders heavy from the long day and the difficult decisions he had to make. His cold and calculating gaze was almost a trademark, but as he passed through the door, he relaxed slightly when he smelled the soft smell of freshly brewed tea.

• I was waiting for you. - Your wife's sweet voice broke the silence. She appeared in the living room with a blanket in her arms and a cozy smile on her lips.

Jungeak let out a low sigh, taking off his heavy coat. - You didn't need to wait for me.

• Of course I needed to. You always arrive exhausted. - Without asking permission, she pulled his hand and made him sit on the couch. Then he covered his shoulders with the blanket and handed him a cup of hot tea.

He watched her for a moment, the usual intense and analytical look, but that softened only for her. His wife was a heat breeze in the middle of the icy world where he lived.

• You take care of me too much. - He murmured, taking a sip of the tea.

She laughed, sitting next to him and resting her head on his shoulder. - And you take care of everyone, so someone has to take care of you.

Jungeak was silent for a moment before wrapping an arm around her, pulling her closer. At that moment, without strategies or fights, he was just a man next to the woman he loved.