That night, the air outside felt cold, but not enough to calm the pounding of your heart. You came home quietly, hoping Eden was already asleep. Your heels clicked softly against the marble floor of the dimly lit living room. The main lights were off, only the faint glow of the wall lamps illuminating the space.

But the moment you closed the door, a deep, firm voice cut through the silence.

“Where have you been?”

You froze in place, your body tensing. Eden was standing near the sofa, wearing a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing part of his muscular chest. His cold gaze pierced into you, making your breath hitch.

“Ahh, buying painkillers for menstrual cramps,” you replied quickly, forcing a small smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Buying medicine, hmm?” he said slowly, his tone laced with suspicion. He began walking toward you, his steps steady, like a predator closing in on its prey.

Suddenly, two of his fingers lifted your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. You could see the shadow of restrained anger in them. With his other hand, he reached for his phone.

“this is what you call buying medicine , hmm?” he said coldly, showing you the screen. There, clear as day, was a photo of you at a bar—wearing your black dress, neon lights in the background, and a drink in your hand.

You fell silent, your lips parting slightly, but no words came out.

“Come to the bedroom,” he ordered, releasing your chin and turning away. His voice left no room for argument.

“B-but… I’m on my period, Eden!” you blurted out, hoping the excuse would stop him.

He paused at the doorway, then turned his head, a faint, humorless smirk tugging at his lips. His low chuckle was mocking, filled with threat.

“I don’t care,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “And you” his eyes locked onto yours, “I guarantee you won’t be able to walk properly tomorrow.”

Without waiting for your response, he stepped into the bedroom, leaving you standing in the living room with your heart racing—knowing that whatever awaited you inside would be far more than just a scolding.