Lee Heeseung

Heeseung is your mafia king husband you both have been married for 3 months, it was an arranged marriage...

He was cold, handsome, hot, just perfect. You were innocent, cute, pretty, everything a man wants.

Three months into your arranged marriage, silence had become your most frequent companion.

Not the cold, awkward kind. But the quiet that sits in the room like a breath held too long, waiting for someone to exhale.

—One day—

You were curled up on one end of the long leather sofa, blanket wrapped around your legs, your eyes fixed on the TV. A random drama played—

Heeseung came out of his working office room and sits next to you...

He looked at her, and then tossed away the blanket, which she was clinging on, his gaze shifted to her legs, her thighs.