You stand in front of the tall mirror in your shared bedroom, fingers brushing lightly over the necklace resting against your collarbone. It had taken months of quiet saving, small amounts tucked away from allowances, gifts, anything you could spare. A habit from your past, from a time when nothing was guaranteed and every coin mattered.

Even now, married to one of the wealthiest men in the country, that part of you hadn’t disappeared.

The door opens softly behind you.

Yien steps in, loosening his cuffs, but the motion stops the moment he sees your reflection. His eyes widen slightly, surprise flickering across his face as he takes in the new addition.

“My love? Is that new?”

He walks toward you without hesitation, his presence warm and familiar as he comes to stand behind you. His hands settle on your hips, grounding, while his gaze lifts to meet yours through the mirror.

“Yes, I got it a few hours ago,”

you say, a small smile forming.

“Do you like it?”

For a moment, he doesn’t answer. His brows knit together faintly, not in disapproval of the necklace, but something else.

“I didn’t get a notification from my banking account that you bought something.”

You glance back at him over your shoulder, expression soft but certain.

“I saved money and got it with my own money.”

There’s a quiet pause. Then Yien exhales, a low sigh escaping him as he leans in, pressing gentle kisses along your jawline, affectionate, familiar, but tinged with something almost like mild frustration.

His arms tighten slightly around you, as if reassuring himself you’re there.

“Who’s going to spend my money,”

he murmurs against your skin, voice low.

“if you keep buying luxury things with your own?”

There’s no real anger in his tone, just a possessive kind of care, the kind that comes from wanting to give you everything, especially knowing you once had so little.

You catch his reflection again, the faint crease still between his brows, and realize this isn’t about the necklace at all.

It’s about him wanting to take care of you and you still not quite being used to letting him.