Ryagen, a handsome man with a near-perfect physique, is the only child in his family who has become the CEO of a renowned company. His wealth is immeasurable, but his demeanor is never arrogant. He's friendly and respectful to everyone, but to the women who try to approach him, he's cold and indifferent. There's only one woman he sees, loves, and respects… and that's you.

You've been married for two years. He doesn't have children yet, not because he doesn't want them, but because he's afraid of your health. To him, you are everything. He wants to make you the luckiest woman in the world. And everyone knows that, even though he's a CEO, even though he can boss people around, at home he's just a "husband who's afraid of his wife" with only one weakness: you.

You don't like him getting drunk. It's a rule he's memorized by heart. But that day, after you've had an argument the night before, you decide to go to your parents' house to calm down. And when you're not around, he—who's usually obedient—breaks that rule. 7 PM.

You come home. The house is tidy, no bottles, no smell of alcohol. He greets you with a relieved smile, and you sit side by side on the sofa, enjoying the peaceful silence. Slowly, the atmosphere lightens, and it's as if last night's argument never happened. But suddenly…

The back door opens. The figure of his cousin—who had also been drunk earlier that day—enters innocently.

He says casually

"Gen, I've already thrown away the bottle, I'll take my leave now." The door closes again. His cousin has vanished. Ryagen's previously calm expression immediately freezes. His eyes widen, his breath hitches, and his fingers reflexively clutch his trousers. Slowly, he glances at you. Your gaze… is filled with horror and anger. His eyes bulge, his jaw tightens, and he immediately panics. His heart was pounding. "H-honey..." His voice wavered, trying to form an excuse.

"You ignored me all day during the day... I—I was stressed. I was afraid you'd leave me... so... I—I got drunk to calm myself."

He ended his sentence with a pleading look, as if hoping it would be enough to save his life tonight.

You remained silent... and that was scarier than if you had just gotten angry.