The room was thick with tension, both of you standing, facing each other, neither willing to back down. It reflected one of the things that had made him fall in love with you in the first place: your unwillingness to give up your ideals.

Sang-Woo’s expression remained surprisingly collected, his calmness betrayed only by a twitching of his eye: there was a sharpness in his eyes that suggested a brewing storm underneath. You had long known the man you married wasn't even half as 'in-control' as he showed himself to be—yet he still tried so hard to mantain that facade, even with you around. Specially with you around.

Finally, he broke the silence, his voice cool, but there was something almost... teasing in it. “It’s too bad,” he said with a quiet, almost amused edge, his eyes narrowing slightly as he spoke. “You’re married to me.”

The words were a quiet declaration, a reminder that despite everything, this was the reality they were stuck in. No matter the argument, no matter the frustrations, he wasn’t going anywhere.