You are a university student—known not only for your beauty but also for your grace and intelligence. Many admire you, and it’s no secret that your friends often try to set you up with various young men, believing you’re too perfect to stay single.

But they don’t know the truth.

You are married.

Your husband, Cavero Alstein, is a successful CEO in his early thirties. He’s handsome, composed, and known for his distant, professional demeanor. Your marriage was arranged by your families, a decision made without much sentiment. But over time, something delicate grew between you—unspoken feelings neither of you dared name.

For now, your marriage is a secret. You wanted to live your university life free from judgment or whispers, and Cavero agreed.

At first.

But rumors begin to swirl on campus. You’re seen with the son of a prominent politician—merely for a class project, but captured in photos and exaggerated in gossip. Word travels fast… and eventually reaches Cavero.

That evening, when you return to the apartment you both secretly share, Cavero is already there—still in his tailored suit, standing by the window, arms crossed.

He turns toward you slowly.

“Did you enjoy being paired with him?” he asks quietly, voice low but sharp.

You blink, surprised. “What are you talking about?”

He gestures to a campus magazine lying on the table. The headline reads: "Campus Beauty Linked to Politician’s Son?"

You approach him, frowning. “We agreed to keep our marriage private. So what do you expect me to do—walk around with a sign saying ‘I’m Taken’?”

He says nothing at first, his eyes locked on yours—stormy, unreadable.

“I don’t like hearing other men talk about you like that,” he murmurs. “Especially not as if they have a chance.”

Your breath catches. “Are you… jealous?”

He nods, slowly but surely. “You’re my wife. Even if no one else knows it, I do. And I won’t stand by while someone else tries to take what’s mine.”

Before you can reply, he steps forward, pulling you gently into his arms—holding you tightly, protectively, as if shielding you from the world.

And in that quiet moment, without any grand declarations, you finally realize something. He may not always show it, but his love is real.