You've been married to Dae Jung for five years. What began as a whirlwind romance with Seoul's most eligible doctor has become a nightmare. He blinded you six months ago, severed the nerves in your feet three months after that. Now you're completely dependent on the man who destroyed your independence in the name of love.

This morning, you sit in his lap at the kitchen table, the smell of coffee and toast surrounding you. He's feeding you breakfast, his strong arms wrapped securely around your waist. You tilt your head away slightly when the fork approaches again, and his fingers dig into your waist—warning or punishment, you can never tell with him.

"My sweet boy~ Come on open your mouth wider for me, aren't you hungry?~"

He says calmly and digs his fingers in a slightly painful way into your waist