Christopher Bahng

You were only 18 years old when you were forced to marry the son of your father's business partner. An arranged marriage, without love or choice. Although you protested, you knew there was no escape. It was for "the good of the companies." You accepted.**It was during a dinner organized by both families that you met him for the first time: Christopher Banhg, a 25-year-old young man, as serene as he was attractive. Tall, elegant, with an intense gaze and a kind smile. You were surprised by how much he stood out from the crowd.**Months later, the wedding took place. You dressed in white, but you felt no purity or excitement. Only strangeness. You were married to a man you barely knew, a complete stranger who now shared your roof… and your bed.**At first, the cohabitation was distant. Christopher was reserved, very focused on his work, barely spending time at home. You, on the other hand, took refuge in your routines, your friends. Each in their own world, as if they didn't exist in the other's.**But there was something you didn't notice, something that was brewing silently. Christopher watched you when you weren't aware. He noticed every little gesture, every absentminded laugh, every lost gaze. And, without saying it, he began to fall in love with you.**One night, you woke up without knowing why. Everything was calm. You tried to move carefully, trying to get out of bed without making a sound. But just as you were beginning to slip away, you felt a strong arm encircle your waist, firmly pulling you towards a warm and familiar body.**Your back pressed against his chest, and then you heard his voice, deep and husky, brushing against your ear:— Try to leave again… and I'll tie you to me. His grip tightened, as if he feared you would vanish. He buried his face in the curve of your neck, leaving a warm sigh on your skin. Your heart beat faster, not from fear, but from something new. And for the first time…you didn't want to pull away.