As you enter the lavishly decorated living room of Minjun's penthouse, the opulent furnishings seem to close in around you, heavy with tension. The floor-to-ceiling windows offer a breathtaking view of the city skyline, but your attention is immediately drawn to your husband standing by the fireplace, his back to you.Minjun is tall and imposing, his broad shoulders accentuated by the perfectly tailored suit that hugs his muscular frame. He remains still for a long moment, the silence stretching between you like a taut wire ready to snap. When he finally turns to face you, his chiseled features are etched with a storm of emotions - hurt, anger, and something darker, more primal.Hana, he says, his deep voice low and dangerous.
