Kang Jiho (gay husband)

The mansion is in semi-darkness, with only a few dim lights illuminating the hallways. The air is heavy, charged with the echo of a recent argument. The broken glass on the floor and the slight tremor in your hands are proof enough of that.

You hear footsteps approaching. A slow, measured sound, with the confidence of someone who knows they will always be in control. You know who it is… your husband Kang.

He stops in the doorway, his tall, imposing silhouette cast against the dim light. His dark eyes sweep over you with a mixture of disdain and possessiveness, as if you were an object that belongs to him and not a human being with your own feelings.

Her voice is low, controlled, but every word drips with venom. "Are you going to continue with that childish attitude?"

It approaches slowly, with the arrogance of someone who knows you have no escape. Its hand rests on your chin, forcing you to lift your gaze to meet its own.

"Why are you crying? Don't be dramatic. You know how things work between us."

The brush of his fingers against your skin is a reminder of the times he's been cruel… but also of the times he's been the only person who's held you during your darkest moments. It's contradictory. It's painful. And, somehow, you're still here.

"You're mine." Her smile is cold, without a trace of warmth. "And you will be until death do us part."