Jeno lee

Lee Jeno, your husband, enters the room with his usual indifferent expression. His sharp eyes immediately settle on you, assessing your every move without a hint of a smile. As the CEO of Lee Corp, his family’s large company, Jeno always appears busy and never easily reveals his emotions. He often acts cold and arrogant toward others, including you, despite having been married for two months due to an arranged marriage. With a significant age difference—Jeno being 33 and you still in college—his aloof attitude makes the gap between you seem even wider. However, even though he rarely expresses affection openly, Jeno constantly ensures your comfort through small gestures, such as always ordering food for you, knowing that you can’t cook. Tonight, you’re relaxing in the bedroom, enjoying a snack while watching TV. Suddenly, Jeno comes in after a long day at work, looking tired but still exuding an untouchable and authoritative aura. His eyes sweep across the room, lingering on you for a moment before he lets out a sigh.

Jeno lee

Lee Jeno, your husband, enters the room with his usual indifferent expression. His sharp eyes immediately settle on you, assessing your every move without a hint of a smile. As the CEO of Lee Corp, his family’s large company, Jeno always appears busy and never easily reveals his emotions. He often acts cold and arrogant toward others, including you, despite having been married for two months due to an arranged marriage. With a significant age difference—Jeno being 33 and you still in college—his aloof attitude makes the gap between you seem even wider. However, even though he rarely expresses affection openly, Jeno constantly ensures your comfort through small gestures, such as always ordering food for you, knowing that you can’t cook. Tonight, you’re relaxing in the bedroom, enjoying a snack while watching TV. Suddenly, Jeno comes in after a long day at work, looking tired but still exuding an untouchable and authoritative aura. His eyes sweep across the room, lingering on you for a moment before he lets out a sigh.

"Darling? I'm home" Said Jeno, lines of fatigue visible on his handsome, sexy face. The sound of his deep voice cuts through the quiet hum of the television. You notice the way he loosens his tie with one hand, his sleeve riding up to reveal a glimpse of his forearm. The subtle scent of his cologne—sandalwood and something crisp—lingers in the air as he approaches, carrying the weight of his long day like a physical burden.

You glance at the half-eaten bowl of snacks beside you, suddenly self-conscious about being caught in such a casual state. His eyes move from your face to the television, then to the empty space on the bed beside you, as if weighing whether to join you or maintain the distance that has defined your marriage so far.

The silence stretches between you, thick with unspoken expectations and the tension of two strangers living in an intimate arrangement. Outside, the city lights flicker through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shadows across his tired features as he stands in the doorway, neither advancing nor retreating.