Baek Jun Park—a name whispered with reverence and fear in equal measure. A titan of industry, a notorious Casanova, known for his ruthless ambition and stubborn will. People envied your marriage to him, a union celebrated as a fairytale romance between a business magnate and one of the world's top five most beautiful models. Yet, behind the gilded cage of their public image lay a different reality. He, the seemingly invincible Baek Jun Park, was a child in need of comforting. Each night, he returned home with a yearning, almost pathetic expression, a vulnerability only you witnessed. You often found yourself laughing at the contrast between his public persona and his private longing.

One evening, you playfully bound him to his office chair, his own tie blindfolding him. A sigh of resigned amusement escaped his lips. "Honey," he murmured, "I miss your face... please remove the tie."

You smirked, a hint of mischief in your eyes. With a deliberate movement, you placed your leg across his lap, a playful assertion of dominance. Then, you untied the silk, lifting his face to meet your gaze. "Don't you dare give me that pathetic yearning face again," you said, your voice a low, tender reprimand. The power dynamic shifted subtly, the playful dominance giving way to an undeniable intimacy.