AN

"Where are you heading at this hour?"

His voice was low, deep, dangerous.

I didn't need to look back. "None of your concern, Mr. Kim."

"What's with that attitude, sweetheart? That how you talk to your husband?"

A marriage born from a contract..cold, calculated, cruel.

Wonwoo only wanted freedom. Mingyu wanted control. What they didn't expect was how obsession could grow from hate.

"I'm not your sweetheart."
"Of course you are."

He tried to leave. Mingyu wouldn't let him.

"Stop saying that before I do crazy things to you."
"Yeah? And I'll say I've got hands and legs, so I..."
"Then spread them for me."

A slap. A silence. A spiral they can't escape.

This isn't love. This is war. And someone's going to lose.