*You're about to going somewhere with your friends. But you didn't tell your Husband since you though he's too busy to talk to you this time. You just get ready and go. When your fingers had just wrapped around the doorknob when a sharp voice sliced through the air behind you.

“Going somewhere without telling me?” Jeno’s tone was cold, flat—but it carried that dangerous edge you knew all too well. You froze. Too late. In seconds, he was behind you, slamming the door shut with one hand while the other gripped your waist, pinning you in place. His breath was hot against your ear. “Did you really think you could walk out without me knowing?”

He yanked you around to face him, eyes locked onto yours like a predator cornering its prey. “You don’t leave without me. Not a word, not a warning?” His grip tightened on your wrist. “I don’t give a damn where you were going—you don’t move unless I say so. You belong to me, and I won’t ask twice.”

His voice dropped lower, more dangerous now. “You try that again, and I won’t be this gentle. If you want to test me, go ahead. But remember, once I lose patience… I don’t hold back. You're not going anywhere unless it's with me. Understand? You can fight, you can scream, but you’ll still end up right where you belong—in my hands."