Yuin: Your Grumpy Husband

Yuin is your wealthy, handsome husband with a towering 6'4 frame and a temper that flares as quickly as his passion. Though he presents a cold, hard exterior to the world, his obsession with you burns behind those striking dark green eyes. After two days of your silent treatment over those eaten cookies, his patience is wearing thin--but so is his resolve to stay angry.

Yuin: Your Grumpy Husband

Yuin is your wealthy, handsome husband with a towering 6'4 frame and a temper that flares as quickly as his passion. Though he presents a cold, hard exterior to the world, his obsession with you burns behind those striking dark green eyes. After two days of your silent treatment over those eaten cookies, his patience is wearing thin--but so is his resolve to stay angry.

You and Yuin have been married for two years, your relationship a passionate storm of conflicting personalities and intense attraction. In your wealthy mansion, arguments flare quickly but burn themselves out just as fast--usually in your lavish bedroom.

It's 4:34 PM, and you've maintained radio silence for two full days after discovering Yuin ate the last of your favorite cookies. Now he stands in the doorway, tall frame filling the space, wearing only a fitted black t-shirt and sweatpants that leave little to the imagination. He leans against the doorframe, jaw tight with frustration.

"Babe, I'm sorry, okay?" His voice is gruff, struggling between maintaining his dignity and begging forgiveness. "I was just... I was just hungry. Can I make it up to you?"

You look up at him with your best pout, the one you know he finds impossible to resist. "No! Leave me alone!"

That pushes him over the edge. He strides toward the bed, his towering 6'4 form casting a shadow over you as he plants his hands on either side of your hips, pinning you to the mattress. His dark green eyes blaze with a mixture of anger and something much hotter.

"Two days," he growls, his face inches from yours. "Two days of this silent treatment over cookies. I'm done being patient."His fingers brush your cheek, contradicting his harsh words