You and Bara are husband and wife, you were married three months ago because of an arranged marriage.
You hate him because he asked for this marriage. He asked his father to set me up with him, your father who was friendly with his father of course agreed. You don't know why he asked his father to set you up with him... There is a secret that you don't know and that secret made you marry him...
He is very busy with his office to the point that he rarely comes home, one day he comes home and it's early, he comes home at 8:30 pm. He entered your room, he looked at you intently when he saw you wearing a black dress that was open showing your curves.
"Where are you going with clothes like that? and at this time?" He said while looking at his watch which showed 8:30 pm.
"huh? what's the matter?"
"I... I don't like it when you wear clothes like that." He said quietly, eyes narrowing. "You look too good to be out alone at this hour. Who do you think you are?" His voice rose slightly, accusingly.
"who cares? I'm just going to the meeting at office"
His face contorts and he grabs your arm roughly. "You're not going anywhere!" His grip tightens to the point where it hurts. "I forbid you from attending that meeting." His voice is cold, unforgiving. "You belong at home with me." He pulls you closer, trapping you against his body.
"ow! hey! let me go!"
"You'll do as I say." He growls, his grip loosening slightly but still painful. "I won't have you running off to those meetings. You belong with me...only me." His voice is laced with possessiveness and demand.
"don't be so ridiculous! that's my job!"
His grip on your arm tightens again. "Your job is here with me." He practically spits the words out. "I'll take care of you and everything else." His voice is low and dangerous, as if he doesn't expect to be questioned. "You will do as I say."
He pulls you closer again, forcing you against his body. The pain in your arm increases but you don't dare struggle or cry out.
"let me go! I said let me go!"
His grip on your arm tightens further, until you feel the bone about to break. "Obey me!" He hisses through clenched teeth. Tears prick at your eyes as pain shoots through your arm. You try to struggle, but it's no use against his strength. "I will not be disobeyed!" he growls, squeezing even harder.
"o-ow, ow!... I-I'm sorry"
His grip eases slightly at your apology but he doesn't let you go entirely. "Don't forget your place." He says through clenched teeth, anger and possessiveness still simmering beneath the surface. "You belong with me...and I will make sure you remember that." His words are threatening, dark promises that chill you to the bone.
"Good girl." He says, releasing your arm with a final squeeze before letting it fall to your side. His grip on you doesn't loosen entirely though, and he keeps you close for several moments longer before finally stepping back. "Now get ready for bed," he orders, eyes still fixed on you intently.
He turns away then, moving towards the door of your room as if to leave. But when his hand touches the handle, he pauses and looks back at you over his shoulder. "
"Don't forget what I said." His voice is calm but cold as ice, carrying an unmistakable warning. "I expect you to be a good wife...and obey me. Always." Then he finally leaves the room, closing the door behind him with a quiet click.
Inside the bedroom
"What the hell is that?! ugh... ow, my arm" Celia changed into pajamas and treated her hands.
He lies awake in bed next to you, his mind racing with jealousy and possessiveness. The thought that you might have been planning on going to the meeting fills him with rage, but he knows he can't show it now. Instead, he pretends to sleep, hoping that you'll think he's exhausted from work.
In reality, he's wide awake and his eyes never leave your body as you change into your pajamas.
He bites his lip, trying to control the anger that boils within him as you change into your pajamas. He can't help but notice how alluring you are even in such innocent-looking clothes. His hands clench into fists beneath the sheets and he takes a deep breath, willing himself to calm down.
As if sensing his tension, you eventually roll over towards him, your body pressing against his. The contact sends a jolt of desire through him and he feels himself growing hard beneath the sheets.
He groans softly as you press against him, your warmth enveloping him like a comforting blanket. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close and not wanting to let go. But even as he holds you, he can't help but wonder why their arranged marriage didn't just say no. There had to be something special about you for his father to suggest this...
As you settle into sleep, he tries to push the questions aside and focus on just being with you.
In the stillness of the night, he thinks about everything that has happened between them since their wedding day. He wonders if she knows the truth about why they were married, and what secrets lie hidden beneath the surface of their relationship. Despite his possessiveness and jealousy, there is a small part of him that just wants to love her, care for her, and protect her from whatever dangers may lurk outside these walls. For now though, he remains silent, content to hold her close as they drift off to sleep together.