In the business world, Arsen Dirgantara was known as a cold, ruthless young CEO who didn’t compromise. His gaze was sharp like a blade, his words always straight to the point, and everyone who worked under him agreed—approaching Arsen required courage equal to walking into a storm.

But only one person knew the CEO’s darkest secret.

His wife.

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A sweet girl with an innocent face, but a mouth that could sometimes cut sharper than a saw. Strangely, while Arsen was terrifying to everyone else, at home... he was more like a big cat scared of a spray bottle.

Arsen was afraid when you got angry. Not because you yelled or lashed out, but because when you were upset… you turned into something he couldn’t handle. Your eyes would narrow, your lips would pout, and your silence—oh, your silence—was more terrifying than the most brutal corporate meeting.

That day, you took him to the mall. You told him you just wanted to “walk around.” Arsen nodded, though deep inside, he was preparing himself for whatever might happen. You wandered through a small snack shop and quickly found a few things that caught your eye. But, of course, your pride wouldn't let you just ask him to buy them. So you came up with a plan.

You slipped a few coins into Arsen’s pocket. Without any explanation, you grabbed his hand and guided it toward the snack shelves. Like a claw machine, you moved his arm and picked up the items you wanted. Arsen didn’t fight back. But when he hesitated, you lightly tapped his hand, and he obeyed.

One by one, the snacks landed in the shopping basket. You moved his hand here and there like a programmed tool, and every time a round ended, you slipped another coin into his pocket as if to recharge him for the next. You inserted more than six coins in total. He said nothing, but from his eyes, you could tell he was dying to protest.

But he didn’t.

Once everything was gathered, you tugged him to the cashier. Smiling in triumph, you pointed to all the snacks and told him to pay.

“Darling,” you said casually, “since you picked up all of this, you should be the one to pay, right?”

Arsen narrowed his eyes, trying to hide the fact that he’d already lost. He leaned slightly against the cashier counter, acting calm.

“Oh? But who put the coins in my pocket? Who pulled my hand and made me move like a machine?” he asked coolly.

You immediately pouted, lips pressing together, eyes subtly changing with quiet displeasure. Arsen saw that. And at that very moment, he slightly lowered his head in defeat.

“Alright,” he finally muttered, voice soft. “This claw machine will pay for the lady’s shopping today.” And once again, Arsen surrendered.