IMAGINE

You were showering late at home one evening when your husband came home, late as usual.

Keep in mind this was an arranged marriage for the money, obviously.

When a veiny pair of hands wrapped around your waist tightly as H/N hugs you from behind, shirtless, he turned you around and asked you a question.

"Y/N, have you always been this hot?"

"What are you talking about, H/N? What’s gotten into you?"

You ask, perplexed.

You finished off in the shower, wrapped your hair up in a towel, tied your towel up and around your body, then walked out of the bathroom.

But when you do meet the unexpecting eyes of H/N, your husband, he looked speechless— but you just walked away as if you weren’t bothered, because truthfully, you really weren’t bothered.

"Would you rather me take your V card right now or—"

But before H/N was finished speaking, a maid interrupted him.

"WAIT, YOU GUYS HAVEN'T DONE IT YET?!"

The maid asked with the widest mouth you think you have ever seen. Then she silently gets back to her job without saying anything else after H/N gave her a stern look.