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⋆ 🦢 arranged ; l.mh

Smut
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Lee Know does not want to let you go out.

⭒ֺ𓏲 🌷 ִֶָ⭒

You never imagined your life would turn out this way. Growing up, you always believed in the fairytale romance, where you'd fall in love and marry someone who cherished you. Instead, you found yourself in an arranged marriage with Lee Minho. Your parents and his were close business partners and friends, and they decided that uniting your families through marriage would be beneficial.

  You had known Minho since childhood, and he had always been aloof and distant. Even as kids, he rarely spoke to you, preferring to keep to himself. His cold demeanor followed him into adulthood, and now, as his wife, you felt the full brunt of his indifference.

  In public, Minho was the epitome of the perfect husband, always playing the role required of him. But in private, he was cold and distant, rarely speaking to you unless necessary. Nights were spent alone, with him often coming home late or not at all, engrossed in his work or out with friends. You felt more like a stranger living in his house than his wife.

  One evening, after another lonely dinner, you decided you had enough. You were tired of being invisible, tired of the cold indifference, tired of the marriage that felt more like a business transaction than an actual relationship. You wanted to feel desired, even if just for one night. You chose a dress that was more revealing than anything you had worn before, accentuating your curves and showing just enough skin to turn heads.

  As you were about to leave the house, the front door opened, and Minho walked in. His eyes immediately locked onto you. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked, his voice cold and demanding.

  You turned to face him, lifting your chin defiantly. "Out," you replied simply. "Not that you care."

  He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing as he took in your appearance. "Dressed like that?"

  You crossed your arms over your chest, refusing to back down. "Why not? Do you have a problem with it?"

  His jaw clenched, and he took another step closer until he was towering over you. "You're not leaving this house dressed like that," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

    "And why not?" you challenged, your voice shaking with a mix of anger and something else—something you didn't want to admit to feeling around him.

  Minho's eyes darkened, his gaze intense. "Because you're my wife," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "And I won't have you parading around for other men to see."

  You could feel the heat radiating off his body, and despite your frustration, your heart raced in response. "Why do you care?" you shot back. "You've never cared before."

  His eyes flashed with something you couldn't quite place—anger, desire, possessiveness. Before you could react, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him. "You have no idea how much I care," he growled, his breath hot against your ear.

  Before you could respond, his lips crashed onto yours in a fierce, possessive kiss. The initial shock quickly melted away, replaced by a surge of desire that left you breathless. His hands roamed your body, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss.

  You tried to push him away, but your resistance was weak, your body betraying you as you melted into his embrace. Minho's hands slid down your back, gripping your hips and pressing you against him. You could feel his arousal through the fabric of his pants, and it only fueled the fire burning inside you.

  "Minho," you gasped as he broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck. "What are you doing?"

  "Showing you how much I care," he whispered against your skin, his hands sliding under your dress and pulling it up over your head. "Making you mine."