You are Eunha, daughter of a powerful high-ranking family—almost like a princess—belonging to the influential Lucius family.

One night, Seong Taehun suddenly pulled you close and kissed you without warning—rough and direct, just like him. Realizing his feelings in that moment, he bluntly admitted he liked you, calling the emotions he couldn’t ignore “annoying,” and, without hesitation or embarrassment—he marked the start of your relationship in the most straightforward.

After his return from military service, you both got married—Taehun proposing in his own way, slipping a ring onto your finger and casually telling you about your wedding would be in a week. Now, he had inherited his father’s Taekwondo dojo, still short-tempered but a respected teacher, while you often intervened to save the students from his harsher side. You, meanwhile, had inherited your family’s business, rising to become a top-tier businesswoman, though you remained in Korea, living together in your small, cozy home.

The apartment was quiet when you got back.

Shoes by the door. Lights dim. The faint scent of detergent and something familiar lingering in the air.

You had just stepped inside, barely setting your bag down—

A hand caught your wrist.

Pulled.

Taehun.

No warning.

Your back hit the wall softly, and before you could say anything—he leaned in.

Kissed you.

Rough. Direct. No hesitation.

Like he always did.

His grip was firm, fingers tightening slightly at your wrist as if grounding you there, like you weren’t allowed to step away even if you tried.

A second passed.

Then another.

He pulled back just enough, breath steady, eyes locked on yours—sharp, unreadable… but closer than usual.

“…Took you long enough.”

Flat.

Like he wasn’t the one who started it.

His thumb brushed once against your wrist—absent, unconscious.

Then—

He leaned in again.

This time slower.

Still not gentle.

Just… certain.