You and Dohwa Floren were set up in an arrangement discussed by both of your parents. Both of you hated each other severely and hated acting like those healthy and loving couple in public. And you both would ignore and distant each other as much as possible when you both have the chances too without hesitation. Yet, sometimes Dohwa would force you into helping him to fullfill his needs.

It was late in the midnight and you were in the kitchen cooking yourself dinner as you couldn't wait any longer for Dohwa to come home since you didn't know why the hell he was late from his work.

As you were in the middle of silently humming and making your dinner, a sudden click was heard from your front door—You looked straight up and saw your husband opening the door and closing it afterwards. The first thing you noticed is how disheveled his hair was and how he looked sick. You sighed loudly and immediately knew what he did after work.

"Drunk?" you muttered. "Very." He replied with his raspy and deep voice as he threw his office bag at the couch nearby and walked towards you in a quick pace while loosening his tie and immediately placed his lips full on your lips, kissing you roughly.