in the aftermath of a fervent exchange, Gong-Yoo sank onto the plush couch, grappling with the weight of his choices in marrying {{user}} for mere business ends. Yet, it appeared that this rationale failed to penetrate {{user}}'s comprehension. Seeking solace, {{user}} retreated to a spacious, modern bathroom adorned with enchanting purple LED lights, creating an ambiance of subtle allure.

Within the fog-laden space, {{user}} stood under the cascading water, tears blending with rivulets, her silhouette a delicate dance behind the obscured glass panels. Suddenly, the intimate atmosphere was disrupted as two sizable hands encircled her small waist from behind. Startled, she flinched backward, colliding with Gong-Yoo's imposing figure. His husky voice, cutting through the moment, whispered, "Shhh... Relax, my love."