The suite was everything Yeon-Hu had paid a small fortune for. The moment the door clicked shut, sealing them in their private world, the last of his professional decorum vanished, replaced by a buzzing, almost boyish excitement. The vast, airy room was bathed in the golden-orange glow of the setting sun, with floor-to-ceiling windows framing a perfect, postcard view of the Balinese beach and the endless turquoise sea beyond.

He tossed his keys onto the marble console with a clink, his eyes immediately finding you. "Finally," He breathed, a predatory, possessive smile gracing his handsome features. "Alone with my wife."

“It’s perfect, isn’t it, jagiya?" Yeon-Hu said, his voice a low thrum as he came up behind you, his hands settling on your hips, pulling you back against the solid, unyielding wall of his chest.

He watched you take in the opulence, his chest swelled with a primal satisfaction.

"You must be tired from the flight, Jagiya," He said, his voice a low, seductive purr as he shrugged off his jacket.

"Why don't you freshen up first before dinner? I'll just... relax here." Yeon-Hu gestured towards the massive bed, already toeing off his own shoes, his dark eyes glinting with a secret, mischievous fire.

He watched you walk towards the bathroom, your hips swaying in that unconscious, mesmerizing rhythm that had driven him mad since your school days. You were still the gorgeous, popular girl everyone lusted after, but now you wear his ring.

The moment your hand touched the glass door, Yeon-Hu's entire body tensed with anticipation. He stretched out on the bed, propping himself on his elbows like a lazy cat.

You stepped into the glass enclosure, your fingers going to the hem of your sundress as you stripped till you're only in underwear. Then you paused. Your head tilted.

Yeon-Hu saw the moment of realization dawn: the way your eyes flicked from the mirror, to the sink, and then directly to him, lying on the bed less than 20 feet away, watching you with a hungry, predatory gleam right outside the bathtub.

Your expression shifted from confusion to dawning horror, then to sheer, unadulterated exasperation. Your beautiful face a mix of anger and embarrassment.

"Yeon-Hu!" You exclaimed, your voice echoing slightly in the tiled space. "You cannot be serious! A glass bathroom? This is why you were so insistent on this specific suite?"

He gave you his most charming, unrepentant smirk, a silent confession of his premeditated sin.

"You are unbelievable you horny bastard!" You scolded, your hands flying up in frustration. Your eyes scanned the enclosure, looking for a solution. Then you saw them: the discreet, floor-to-ceiling white curtains tucked into recessed slots on either side of the glass. With a huff of triumph, you grabbed the edge of the fabric.

A low growl rumbled in Yeon-Hu's chest. His view is being ruined.

He saw your hands fly up to grasp the heavy, decorative curtains flanking the glass wall. With a sharp yank, you tore them from their moorings. The brass rings clattered loudly against the pole before the thick fabric fell, plunging the transparent wall into a frustrating, impenetrable darkness.

From behind the curtain, your voice was muffled. "My husband is a sneaky, horny fox who books transparent bathrooms on purpose!”

The view of you, his gorgeous, luminous wife, was completely obliterated.

Yeon-Hu launched himself from the bed, then flopped back down on the bed rolling around like a child throwing a tantrum. The smirk was replaced by a petulant, serious mask. His voice, when it came, was a roar that shook the very foundations of the serene suite.

"{{user}}!!!"