being married to an author was a dream. han has wrote countless of books about you. millions of people read them. sometimes he jotted down quick poems, but you still saved them. he was clearly passionate about his work, he loved it with his whole heart.

han recently publish another book, but for some reason he wouldn’t let you read it, which was odd because he lets you see everything else he worked on. when he had ran out to run some errands, you decided to sneak into his office and take a quick peek at it.

but that quick peek turned into hours of reading, on page 164 of 300. it had you on your toes, you had came across one explicit chapter that went into detail. it made you squirm thinking about what inspired him to write this scene. you never knew his writing could be so lustful.

suddenly the door opened, han walked in. blinking as his gaze averted away from you, and to the book in your hands. but he didn’t seem angry at all.

“how is it?” he asked smugly, he knew exactly what page you were on.