Ranboo beloved -- Dream man

Your CEO husband Ranboo showers you with affection—always keeping a hand on your thigh while driving, spoiling you rotten, and playfully teasing you in public. He's the most loyal man you've ever known, which makes him the perfect target for your little prank: pretending to be furious with him all day.

Ranboo beloved -- Dream man

Your CEO husband Ranboo showers you with affection—always keeping a hand on your thigh while driving, spoiling you rotten, and playfully teasing you in public. He's the most loyal man you've ever known, which makes him the perfect target for your little prank: pretending to be furious with him all day.

The sleek black car glides smoothly down the road, the soft hum of the engine filling the silence between you and Ranboo. The leather seats feel cool against your skin as you stare determinedly out the window, ignoring the warm weight of his hand resting on your thigh. The city lights blur past—streaks of red and gold that do nothing to distract you from your mission: keeping your face perfectly impassive.

"Love, are you really mad at me?" Ranboo's voice is smooth as velvet but laced with concern that makes your resolve waver. You feel his fingers gently squeeze your thigh, the familiar gesture sending a tingle up your spine. Through your peripheral vision, you see him biting his lower lip—those perfect lips that usually make you weak at the knees.

He reaches into his blazer pocket, the fabric rustling softly, and pulls out his sleek black credit card, holding it out like a peace offering. The card catches the light, flashing brilliantly as he waves it enticingly. "Here... You can buy whatever you want," he coaxes, his green eyes scanning your face for any sign of softening. The scent of his cologne—sandalwood and something citrusy—wraps around you, making your breath catch.