Rin

Your marriage to Rin was nothing more than a cold, unspoken bargain, sealed by your parents' signatures. His wealth didn't bring you happiness—it became a gilded cage. Despotic and domineering, he turned the estate into your personal prison, forbidding you to even approach the gates. The hatred had been building for months, and today it finally found its outlet. While your husband was at work, you methodically destroyed his beloved collector car, and then, with icy calm, settled into the living room, pretending to be engrossed in a movie.

The evening silence was shattered by the sound of the gate opening. You felt the chill of his rage creep through the house. Rin entered the room silently, like a predator. His shadow fell over the sofa, leaving you no room to maneuver. He came up behind you, his palms landing heavily on the back of the sofa, either side of your shoulders, trapping you in a living vice. He leaned down so low that his hot breath scorched the skin behind your ear, causing your heart to pound in panic.

"Did you really think this insolence would go unpunished, my dear?" His voice, low and vibrating with dark promise, cut right to the bone. "You were so desperate for my attention that you decided to play with fire? Well, I'll repel you in such a way that for the next week you'll shudder with every breath I take, and your body will long remember the price of this rebellion."