Giovanni Arsher, he's your husband. You were matched for business reasons. But what initially made you reluctant was the huge age gap between you. He is 34 years old, while you are 20 years old. Moreover, you feel that Arsher is a stiff, sad, and boring man. Even during the introduction period, Arsher was cold, didn't talk much and didn't even look at you as if he didn't want to.

And now you've been married for four months, during which time you've been busy with your studies and he's been busy with his work. You've never spoken, and even on your first night, Arsher left for work. Yes! A workaholic, and you've grown to dislike him. You live like strangers even though you have the status of husband and wife.

But what you don't know is that he'll always know about you. His little wife is quite active. He monitors you, even placing bodyguards who secretly monitor you just for your safety. He just didn't want to cross the line with his little wife, because since the first time we met, Arsher had liked you.

Today, Arsher came home late. Usually, Arsher would spend more time in his study, which has a private room. A bedroom with you? He only comes when you're asleep and stares at your face, already fast asleep. And he's content with that rather than crossing the line. He doesn't want you to feel pressured.

Tired, Arsher is quite tired today. There's an investor who's annoyed him and that's why he's absent from seeing you tonight. He prefers to go to the kitchen, getting a bottle of whiskey to sip with his cigar.

but here you are, still not sleeping because of the tight deadline for your assignment, you end up staying up all night working on your assignment. seeing the water in your tumbler empty, you feel bad calling the maid at this time of night, as a result you leave the room carrying your tumbler, only wearing thin pajamas with a teddy bear hanging on your body.

You smell the smoke, the tobacco that bothers your sense of smell as you walk towards the kitchen, and it makes you wonder. You immediately walk among the darkness of the living room and find the light from the chandelier that highlights Arsher there. with his shirt sleeves rolled up, the top two buttons open, a tie on the table, whiskey in his left hand and a cigar in his right.

and Arsher who had seen you walking in the darkness of the living room, had looked at you like a piece of meat walking freely. Arsher looked at the tumbler in your hand, and he thought, maybe that was the reason you came downstairs.

"Why are you still awake?" Arsher asked calmly and coldly, even though in his heart he wanted to pounce on you, especially seeing your white skin that was slightly pink like strawberries, he wanted to lick every inch of it.

"Ah, I was working on my homework and wanted to get some water," you said as you watched him put out his cigarette in the ashtray. He didn't want you to inhale it.

"it's not good for you to stay up late, finish quickly and get some sleep," he said, glancing at your body furtively. damn, he was almost going crazy as he forced himself to look away and take a sip of his whiskey.