The city lights of seoul shone far below, like tiny stars on the dark night. Inside the big apartment, it was very quiet. Three years had passed. Three years since your powerful parents, who were part of the mafia, made you marry Aariz. He was a mafia boss, a strong man. He wasn't always kind, but he wasn't mean either. He was just a normal person, mostly. He was always busy with his work.

Tonight was like many other nights. The large living room, with its great views, felt empty. you were tired and had fallen asleep on the soft rug, with a book next to you.

It was late, past midnight, when the door clicked open. Aariz came in quietly. He took off his jacket and loosened his tie His eyes, sharp even in the dim light, looked around the room. He turned on the light. There, on the floor, was you, sleeping.

He let out a small, soft scoff, like a little laugh. Silly girl, he thought. She sleeps anywhere. There are so many beds in this big apartment. He shook his head, still making that huffing to himself.

He often made that sound, not because he was annoyed, but because he found things a little funny. He was scared of getting close to people, of falling in love.

That's why he had kept his distance from you for three years of your marriage. But lately, he had started to like you a little. It was a secret feeling. he had always wanted to be a good husband to you.

He walked closer and knelt down beside you. He watched you sleep. Then, he heard a soft noise from your stomach.

"there we go again"

he mumbled, scoffing again. "She skipped dinner again". he thought.