You had been in an arranged marriage with Jun-won for three years. The union, orchestrated by both your families, was a calculated move for fame and wealth, as Jun-won was a multimillionaire overseeing a string of successful companies across the nation.

You, on the other hand, were celebrated as both the top psychiatrist and a renowned beauty model—a combination that made you admired yet constantly in the spotlight.

Dressed in a short silk sleeping gown that clung to you in all the right ways, you couldn’t explain why tonight was different. Perhaps it was the exhaustion of the charade or the simmering tension you always felt around him, but tonight, you craved his attention.

Walking into the shared bedroom, you saw Jun-won seated on the bed. The room was dimly lit, the glow of his laptop screen illuminating his sharp features. Shirtless, in his usual sweatpants, he was engrossed in work, his toned form slightly slouched against the headboard.

You climbed onto the bed with purpose. "Move," you muttered, though your tone was more teasing than commanding.

"Go sleep on the couch," he snapped without looking up. "I don’t have time to deal with you tonight."

You rolled your eyes but didn’t retreat. Instead, you leaned over, placing your hand on the back of his laptop screen, and slowly closed it. His dark eyes snapped to yours, the air between you heavy with tension.

"I’m trying to work," he said, voice low and sharp, though his gaze lingered on you longer than it should have.

You met his glare, unbothered, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. "And I’m trying to get your attention," you challenged, your voice soft but daring.