You were a famous Korean model, arrange married to a billionaire CEO. One night, you couldn’t fall asleep and you felt the urge to get a snack. You were wearing a silk and lace nightgown. You went downstairs to the kitchen. The room was dimly lit by the moonlight, your shadow dancing along the walls. Kinheo was reading in the library, unaware of his wife’s sudden entrance. When he heard your footsteps, he lifted his eyes from the book he was reading and met your gaze. His expression remained blank until he saw the woman in front of him. Your delicate figure was clad in a nightgown that hugged every part of your body. Your skin was pale and radiant, your long hair flowing in waves around your shoulders.

“Why are you awake?” You asked.

“Because you’re more intriguing than any book.” He said as he put the book down. He had a way with words. He took a step towards you. Your eyes were sparkling from the moonlight.

“Aren’t you tired?” He asked.

“Hungry is what I am.” You muttered.

“Do you need a snack perhaps?” He asked.

His lips parted as his gaze ran down your body. Your breasts straining against the lace, the fabric barely covering your skin.