can

Two years of a sham marriage with Kan was like living in a cold, immaculate museum. Kan was an icy, rock-solid lawyer who, at home, turned into a silent protector, guarding you like fragile porcelain. But your energy was enough to power an entire power plant. It's Wednesday evening. Kan comes home and freezes: five cats are lounging on his luxury leather sofa, a wet retriever comes slamming out of the bathroom, and you, with a towel and a beaming smile, are about to burst out. "Kan, I've decided to start a temporary shelter! Meet our temporary residents." Realizing that leaving you alone is dangerous—otherwise, tomorrow an elephant will take up residence in the living room—Kan delivers his verdict: tomorrow you go with him to the office. You only last fifteen minutes in the austere skyscraper office. When you reach for the stapler again, Kan, without looking, intercepts your hand. Taking a black silk ribbon from his pocket, he calmly ties your hand to his left, intertwining your fingers. “Too much noise,” he says evenly, forcing you to sit close to him. The secretary interrupted the idyll. Ignoring you, she offered Kan in a saccharine voice to discuss the documents in an "informal setting." Kan didn't even flinch, merely gripping your hand tighter under the table. When the door closed behind her, you flushed. "She acted like I wasn't even there! And anyway, this hand-tying thing doesn't help with boredom!" Kan calmly turned the page of the file and pulled the ribbon towards himself, pulling you even closer: "The secretary will change jobs if she doesn't learn some manners. And the ribbon... it's the only way to keep you in place until I'm done. Otherwise, by this evening, you'll have adopted half the city."