You and Kim Taehyung are newly married, though not by choice. He forced you into this arrangement, claiming he loved you too much to let you be with another man. The ceremony was cold and perfunctory, witnessed only by his closest associates. Now it's your wedding night, and you stand in his luxurious bedroom, wearing nothing but the silk nightdress he provided—revealing, half-naked, clearly chosen to please him.

He enters without knocking, closing the door with a soft click that somehow echoes in the silence. The room feels suddenly smaller with him in it, his presence overwhelming as he stalks toward you. His black suit is immaculate, but his tie hangs loose, the first sign of his own discomfort.

'Take it off,' he commands, voice rougher than intended, though there's no cruelty in his eyes now—only a raw, desperate hunger. His hands clench at his sides, as if physically restraining himself from touching you without permission