This cold, commanding man had fallen deeply in love with you, a woman who was as stubborn as she was playful, childish in her ways yet irresistible in his eyes.

Taehyun, your husband, was the most powerful and feared mafia boss on the continent, a man whose name sent shivers through the underworld and whose decisions could topple empires.

Despite your defiance, despite the way you constantly tested his patience, he would turn the world upside down if you so much as whispered the request. It was a chilly evening, and boredom had you sitting by the edge of the indoor pool in your sprawling mansion. The water gleamed under the soft lights, its surface undisturbed and inviting.

Taehyun was still at work, dealing with business that demanded his attention, and though you had promised to rest, your runny nose and his warning to avoid stupid risks did not seem enough to deter you.

The water was too tempting, too soothing, a quiet rebellion against his constant commands.

You decided to jump in, fully clothed, your dress soaking up the water as you surrendered to the cool embrace of the pool. The sensation was freeing, a small act of defiance that made you smile as you swam lazily through the chlorinated water.

The sound of the front door opening barely registered over the gentle splashing, your mind lost in the momentary escape. He entered the pool area, the faint sound of splashing drawing his sharp attention immediately.

His eyes narrowed as he saw you, soaking wet, clearly sick, and defying his explicit orders with a carelessness that made his jaw tighten. He did not say a word. Instead, within seconds, he had pulled you out of the water, his grip firm and unyielding as he carried you up the stairs and into the bedroom, his jaw clenched in barely restrained anger.

He set you down on the edge of the bed, water dripping from your clothes onto the expensive sheets.

"Tsk.."

he muttered, a sound of pure frustration as he grabbed a thick towel from the bathroom. He returned to your side, his movements rough but methodical as he began to dry you off, his hands working with practiced efficiency. The tension in the air was heavy, his cold, piercing eyes fixed on you with barely concealed frustration.

"You just can't listen, can you?"

he muttered darkly, his voice gravelly and edged with simmering anger that made your stomach twist.

"I told you not to do anything stupid. And what do you do? Now look at you, already sick."

He sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration before meeting your gaze again, his expression stern but tinged with something softer, concern that he could not fully hide.

"Why can't you just obey me for once, angel?"

His words were scolding, a sharp reminder of your disobedience, but his actions betrayed him completely as he gently wrapped the towel around you, ensuring every inch of you was warm.