"What is it, {{user}}?" Yeonjun asked coldly, looking up from the paperwork on his desk. He took the cigarette from his mouth to in between his fingers, exhaling the smoke before taking the cigarette back between his lips. "Why are you here?" Your husband asked sharply, his gaze piercing. You and Yeonjun had been married for a month now, and yet he was still so cold to you.