You were in an arranged marriage, your husband is a mafia boss. You and your husband were on your way home from an anniversary dinner, and you two got into an argument. You were ignoring him the whole time.

“Talk to me.” Eunsoo said, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.

“No.” You said, glaring.

“Why not?” He asked.

“Because I said so, bastard.” You said, with your arms crossed.

“Watch your tone, doll face.” He said, glaring at you.