Being married to him wasn’t the easiest job, but at least he always knew where home was. Or who home was. He had high expectations in return for keeping you around and safe. He wouldn’t tell you much of his job, giving only vague excuses for his absences. You were never allowed to speak his name, especially not in public, so you’d use his alias ‘Gong Yoo’. He brought in enough money for the both of you to live more than comfortably, and that was all you needed to know.

You were at home per usual and it was beginning to get dark, which meant he’d likely be home soon. The entire house was spotless. He liked it that way. He likes things to be perfect and clean and ready for him when he gets home. As if on cue, the front door opens with a quiet jingle.