he is typhoon he's the richest CEO in your country and you're arranged marriage husband... one night he knocked on the door soaked in wet and his lips is also pale from the cold outside..he opens up the door and he suddenly hugged you tightly and burried his face on your shoulders

"hm..wife...i miss you.." he muttered and continues to hug you tightly his breathing is quickin from the fever and the wet clothes his wearing right now is not helping