╰┈➤ ❝LISA

I woke up in our luxurious apartment in New Zealand. Yes, I am in New Zealand with my husband for our honeymoon. It's been a month now, and I've been traveling the world and enjoying every moment as Taehyung spoils me.

We've visited Thailand—my home country—Dubai, Turkey, Switzerland, Germany, and Spain. It feels like a beautiful dream come true now that I am Taehyung's wife, despite all the oddities and hurdles.

Despite everything that has happened between us, I understand one thing: he loves me as much as I love him. I forgave him because everyone deserves a chance, not that he ever really hurt me.

I have lost count as I don't know how many times we had sex, but it's not just about the sex, though we are passionate in that regard.

Taehyung always takes care of me, bearing my anger and stubbornness with patience. As I looked beside me, he was not in the bed, but I knew he would be there as I looked at the window and I realized it was evening; we had taken a nap after coming back from our outing.

I was naked, as I always slept beside him with nothing on. He likes it, and I love it. It gives me a sense of freedom and confidence to show my boldness to him.

Every day with him felt like an adventure, filled with laughter, tenderness, and an unspoken understanding that bound us together. I cherished these quiet moments when the world outside ceased to exist.

I exited the plush bed and walked to the bathroom to wash my face. Afterward, I headed to the closet and pulled out one of Taehyung's shirts.

I'm obsessed with my husband's scent; I love wearing his shirts, and he never says anything about it because he knows what I like.

He adores me like a doll—whether he wants me as his fuck doll or his adorable one, I am always his. The shirt reached my upper thigh.

I walked to the vanity and brushed my hair before stepping out of our bedroom. I saw my husband in the kitchen, making something while wearing his apron and glasses to read the recipe in the cookbook.

I couldn't help but stare at him, craving his attention. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and he was wearing a pair of gloves while preparing a batter. He looked beyond hot.

I walked up to him and stood beside him. He glanced at me and said, "Did you wake up doll?"

I nodded and replied, "What are you doing, dear husband?"

He looked at me and said, "I'm returning the favor, doll. I'm cooking for you and baking a cake for the first time in my life."

I smiled and dipped my finger in the batter, tasting it. "Mmm...too good."

I looked at him and found his gaze lingering on my lips.

"Doll, don't you think you are disturbing me?" He asked, his voice low and teasing.

Oh my goodness! Let's have some more fun. I can't wait to tease him, my handsome Asmodeus.

"No, I'm not. I'm just watching the process," I said, hopping up onto the kitchen counter and swinging my legs playfully.

"Go read a novel or watch Netflix. Let me finish this," he said, trying to refocus on the batter.

"I'm watching Netflix and chilling already. A very charming and sexy man is preparing a cake and dinner for his wife, and his wife is drooling over him," I said, letting my voice dripping with admiration.

He is the most handsome man in the world, and I can't deny it; he is mine all. I am proud of it. That this man who is beyond perfection is mine, and I am always his.

A slight smile played on his lips, but his attention remained on the task at hand. I pouted, giving him my best-bored expression.

"I'm getting bored," I said, jumping down from the counter. "Let me help you."

I settled myself between him and the kitchen counter, taking the batter from his hand. I held his wrist and started mixing the batter with a spatula, deliberately swinging my hips and rubbing my ass against his crotch.

He inhaled sharply, his breath warm against my ear. "You're really testing my patience, doll," he murmured, his voice thick with restrained desire.

I smirked, enjoying the effect I had on him. "Just mixing the batter, dear husband," I teased, continuing my playful movements. His hands gripped the counter on either side of me, his body pressing closer.

"You're impossible," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear.

"Only for you, dear husband," I replied, turning my head slightly to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark with longing, and I could feel the tension crackling between us.

"Do you know what you're doing to me?" He asked, his voice barely more than a growl.

I leaned back into him, feeling the hard lines of his body against mine. "I have an idea," I whispered, my breath hitching as his hands slid to my waist.

He turned me around to face him, his eyes locking onto mine. "You're going to pay for this later," he said, his tone promising delightful retribution.

I licked my lips, anticipation and excitement mingling in my chest. "I can't wait, my sexy man," I murmured, leaning in to brush my lips against his.

With a groan, he captured my mouth in a searing kiss, the batter momentarily forgotten as his hands roamed over my body, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss until we were both breathless.

Pulling away, he looked at me with a mix of exasperation and desire. "You really are a distraction," he said, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"And you love it," I replied, grinning back at him.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I do. Now, let's finish this cake before you drive me completely insane."

"You don't want me to finish this, doll?" He whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. My breathing turned erratic as his body engulfed me from behind.

Gently, he picked me up in his arms, bridal style. I wrapped my arms around his neck and connected my lips to his seductive ones. As he walked toward our bedroom, I was lost in the kiss, unaware of how quickly we arrived.

He is actually irresistible. He laid me on the bed and walked toward the door, looking at me dreamily. Suddenly, he closed the door from the outside.

What the hell!?

"Let me finish the cake first," he said.

I was mad and shocked. I immediately ran toward the door and banged on it. "Taehyung Kim, just open the door! Let me come out. I swear you are making me angry. Open the fucking door! I want you to come back to me."

I heard his voice from outside, calm and teasing. "It will take just an hour, doll. I will get back to you soon. Don't be angry. Now let me focus on this."

I stomped my foot in anger. I will take my revenge for this.

After an hour, he opened the door and said, "Baby doll, come. I've finished everything."

I pouted angrily and walked to the dining table, which was already set. He made some amazing dishes and made a beautiful cake. We settled down and started eating.

After the dinner, we took a bite of cake. The cake was delicious, and I ate it like a maniac. All the while, he was smiling and watching my expressions.

"It's awesome," I said between bites.

"Thank you; I just wanted to make my beautiful wife happy with something I created," he replied with a smile.

I set the spoon aside and started using my fingers, licking them seductively and moaning with every bite. I knew he was getting affected; he was shifting uncomfortably in his chair.

I smiled inwardly. Time for revenge.

I took my plate and climbed onto the dining table.

"What are you doing?" he asked, sucking in his breath.

"Nothing," I replied, spreading my legs wide. I put some cake on my thighs.

His eyes darkened as he stared at me possessively. Butterflies erupted in my stomach.

I licked a bit of the cake off my finger, making sure to moan softly. "Mmm, this is so good," I said, my voice dripping with seduction.

He clenched his fists, his breathing becoming heavier. "You're going to regret this, doll," he said, his voice low and strained.

I smirked, enjoying the power I had over him. "Come and get me, then," I challenged, running my fingers through the cake on my thighs and bringing them to my lips.

I took a deep breath, feeling the cool cream as I applied it to my inner thighs, savoring the sensation.

"Don't play with me," he growled, his breath coming in heavy, uneven bursts.

Ignoring his warning, I smeared a bit of the cream on my neck, my fingers trailing sensuously down to my collarbone.

My lips tingled as I touched them, spreading the cream slowly. His eyes were locked onto me, dangerous and dark; his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the tension in his muscles.

I could sense the storm brewing within him.

A shiver ran down my spine, but I couldn't stop. His eyes sent a wave of heat through my body, making my skin prickle.

Abruptly, he stood, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. In a flash, he was in front of me, his grip on my hips firm and possessive.

"You really want to play this game?" he asked, his voice a low, menacing growl, his eyes boring into mine.

I swallowed hard, my voice trembling. "I... I wanted to... punish you..." I stuttered, my words barely audible. His eyes darkened even further if that was possible.

"Let's see who punishes whom," he snarled.

With one swift motion, he tore off my shirt, exposing my bare skin to the cool air. His hands, now holding the cream, moved to my breasts.

He applied it with deliberate slowness, his touch sending jolts of electricity through me. I gasped as his mouth descended, licking the cream from my skin, his tongue tracing circles around my nipples.

My head fell back, a moan escaping my lips as he sucked harder, the sensation almost too much to bear. Our wedding rings clinked together as his hands moved, a stark reminder of the bond we shared.

He slid the cream over my thighs, lifting my leg to lick it off, his tongue warm and insistent.

Without another word, he captured my lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. His hands slid up my thighs, smearing the cream between us.

The intensity of the moment made my head spin, each touch sending sparks through my body. It was wild, primal, and utterly consuming.

"You think you can tease me and get away with it?" He murmured against my lips, his fingers digging into my skin.

I gasped, the mixture of pleasure and anticipation overwhelming me. "Maybe," I breathed, my heart pounding in my chest.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes blazing with desire. "You're mine, my wife, my doll," he said, his voice firm and possessive.

I shivered at his words, feeling the truth of them deep in my core. "Always," I whispered, leaning in to kiss him again, knowing that this was only the beginning of our night.

My whole body quaked with vulnerability, every muscle tense and trembling. He lifted me onto my feet, his touch firm and commanding.

He took some cream and applied it to my ass, his fingers spreading it slowly, deliberately.

Positioning himself behind me, he began to taste the cream, his tongue tracing hot, demanding lines over my ass.

My knees buckled, struggling to hold me up as my balance faltered. He pulled me back against him, his mouth moving hungrily over my back.

The intense sensation made me lean forward, gripping the edge of the table for support.

"Is this how you wanted to tease me?" He rasped between kisses, his breath hot against my skin.

"Yes, I just wanted to take revenge, ah." I moan

Without warning, he spanked me hard. A sharp cry escaped my lips, my body convulsing with a mix of pain and pleasure.

Another spank followed, and I bit my lips, a whimper slipping through as the dual sensations overwhelmed me. He continued, each spank sending shivers through me, blurring the lines between pain and pleasure.

Grabbing my ass, he lifted me off the ground, my legs instinctively wrapping around his torso.

Our eyes met, and the heat in his gaze was undeniable, burning with an intense, consuming passion that left me breathless.

"I'm going to fuck you and treat you like a rag doll, Lisa. Get it?" He growled, squeezing my ass with a possessive grip.

I craved his dominance, his power over me—everything he gave me was what I yearned for.

He carried me to the bedroom and placed me on the bed, his touch rough and commanding. He reached for the handcuffs on the side table, a device he cherished for tying me up—a practice I relished.

He stripped off his clothes in an instant, his urgency palpable. My breath caught as he bound my hands to the bedpost, the anticipation making my heart race.

"It's going to be a hard night for you, doll," he said, his voice a low, thrilling threat. His words sent a shiver down my spine.

He positioned himself between my legs and thrust inside me with a fierce, almost brutal force.

The intensity of the moment confirmed his promise. "You need to be taken and dominated. That needs to have a man like me show you what a man can do to you. You know what doll you needed to be treated with roughness and control."

I swallowed the heat from my face, my pulse racing, he said. "You tease me Doll so bad".

He started to take me from the front, and while looking into my eyes with lust and love, I could see the greed in his eyes for me.

I know he always wanted me like I wanted him. I felt for him, but I was happy to be trapped by this devil, and he captured my heart, soul, and body.

He started moving even faster, and I moaned. As he kissed my neck and whispered. "Thanks, doll, for making me feel alive and making me feel complete." I smiled as we both kissed.

For nearly two hours, he drove into me relentlessly, without pause, his rhythm unyielding; my hole was dripping with intense juices. I moan as he grabs my jaw and thrusts me with the pressure.

"Why do you always do that, little wife?" I gasped as he slowed for a second. "It's all your fault; you make me feel like that to do anything for you."

With that, instantly, with a jerk, he started to pound into me like a sex demon. Oh god, I love him. He is my favorite man.

My cries of pleasure filled the room, my voice growing hoarse from the screams. I was drenched in sweat and his cum, my body shaking from the relentless assault.

He only stopped when he saw how exhausted I was, my body completely spent. He carefully removed the cuffs from my wrists, his touch now gentle as he surveyed my worn-out state.

He gently pulled me onto his lap, and I murmured sleepily, "I love you, Taehyung."

His eyes softened, and he pressed a tender kiss to my forehead. "I love you too, Lisa. Let me clean you up."

Still naked, he carried me into the washroom, his arms secure around me. The steam from the hot water greeted us as he set me down gently on the edge of the bathtub.

I could feel the warmth of the water mixing with the heat of his body as he turned on the faucet, the soft hum of the running water filling the room.

He stepped into the tub, guiding me to sit between his legs. The water was just the right temperature, soothing and comforting as it enveloped us.

I leaned back against his chest, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his breathing. He took a soft sponge and lathered it with soap, his hands moving over my skin with delicate care.

He started with my shoulders, his touch light and deliberate, working his way down my arms, his fingers massaging away the tension.

The sensation was both calming and intimate, his touch making me shiver with a mix of pleasure and relaxation.

He then washed my torso, his hands moving in slow, circular motions, ensuring that every part of me was thoroughly cleaned.

As he washed me, he gently cupped my face with his hands, looking into my eyes. "I love you," he said softly, his voice a soothing murmur.

"I love you too," I whispered back, my eyes fluttering closed as I savored the moment.

He continued to bathe us both, his movements tender and affectionate. He poured warm water over us, rinsing away the soap, the sound of the water mingling with our soft murmurs.

He then washed himself, his hands gliding over his own body with the same care he had shown me.

Eventually, he helped me out of the tub, wrapping me in a soft towel and drying me gently. The warmth of the towel and his touch were comforting, and I could feel my exhaustion catching up with me.

He dried himself off and lifted me into his arms, carrying me back to the bedroom.

He laid me down gently on the bed, pulling the covers over us. I nestled against his chest, feeling his heartbeat steady and strong beneath my ear.

The last thing I remember was the soft, steady rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of his body, and the soothing comfort of being wrapped in his arms.

I felt Taehyung kiss my forehead, then my cheek, and finally, he gave a light peck on my lips, perhaps unaware that I was awake.

I heard him whisper, "I hope you are enjoying our honeymoon, Lisa. You deserve everything, my doll. I love you. I know you're still sleeping, but my heart just wanted to see you happy. I know I always try to play with you, but in the end, Lisa, my dear beautiful wife and doll, you are my soulmate, and I am happy."

His words washed over me, filling my heart with an overwhelming sense of love and security. Even in the quiet of the night, his voice carried the weight of his emotions, and I could feel the depth of his affection in every word.

I stayed perfectly still, not wanting to break the tender moment. Taehyung's arms tightened around me slightly, and I felt his breath warm against my hair.

His presence was so comforting, so undeniably real, that it made my heart ache with love.

"I promise to always protect you, to cherish you," he continued his voice barely above a whisper. "You mean everything to me, Lisa. You're my world, my everything."

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I kept them shut, allowing his words to sink in deeply.

It was in these quiet moments that I felt the true essence of his love. It was more than just passion; it was a profound connection that bound us together.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His eyes widened in surprise, but a gentle smile spread across his face.

"Taehyung," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "I heard every word. I love you too, more than you can ever imagine."

He brushed a tear from my cheek, his touch tender and loving. "You're my everything, Lisa," he repeated, and then he kissed me again, this time deeply and passionately, as if to seal his words with his love.

At that moment, wrapped in his embrace, I knew that no matter what challenges we faced, we would always have this—the unwavering love and devotion that connected our souls.

--ONE MONTH LATER--

╰┈➤ ❝TAEHYUNG

As I stood before the mirror, adjusting my collar, my fingers ran along the fabric, trying to gather my thoughts.

My reflection stared back, filled with uncertainty about the evening ahead. Just then, Lisa appeared behind me, her gentle touch breaking my focus.

Her fingers moved over the collar, straightening it with quiet grace, while her eyes held a soft concern that only she could convey.

She looked up at me, her voice a gentle reassurance. "You should go," she murmured, urging me to attend the post-bachelor celebration my friends had planned.

"It's your night; they've been looking forward to celebrating with you. Besides..." she hesitated, a playful glint entering her gaze, "it'll be fun for you."

My chest tightened as I held her gaze. I knew the nature of my friends—their wild ways, their taste for elaborate parties that held more temptation than anyone might handle, and the atmosphere of the hotel we'd be at.

Still, Lisa seemed to sense my hesitation, giving my arm a light squeeze. "I want you to go," she said gently, her sincerity cutting through my doubts. "Enjoy yourself. You deserve it."

A faint smile pulled at the corners of my lips. Her trust and encouragement, even in a situation she could easily worry over, reminded me just how lucky I was.

I reached out, taking her hand and pressing it to my lips. "I'll go," I promised, feeling the warmth of her fingers in mine. "But only because you asked me to."

She gave me a soft smile, her eyes glowing with a mix of pride and affection. "Just remember," she said, a hint of playfulness in her tone, "this is a celebration of you and us, and you are mine."

Her words grounded me. It had been a month since our blissful wedding, and our honeymoon had been a dream filled with passionate love and tender care.

As we returned from our romantic getaway, our bond felt stronger than ever, and I cherished every moment spent with Lisa by my side.

But as the invitation to the party loomed over us, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease.

I knew the kind of temptations that awaited me, and the thought of risking our happiness for a night of reckless indulgence weighed heavily on my mind.

Yet, as I looked into Lisa's eyes, filled with love and trust, I knew that I couldn't let my fears hold me back. With a deep breath, I made a silent vow to myself and her: to stay true to our love, no matter what.

As nerves gripped me tightly, I found myself hesitant to even consider attending the party. Looking into Lisa's eyes, I couldn't bear the thought of risking our happiness for a night of potential trouble.

"Lisa, I don't want to go to the hotel for the party," I confessed, my voice tinged with apprehension.

Curious, she gently prodded, "Why, Taehyung?" I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts before explaining, "Lisa, maybe they've arranged the party at the hotel, but I know my friends. It won't be a simple business gathering; it will be something more. I know it's not simple. I don't want to jeopardize our peace of mind."

Lisa's response was filled with understanding and unwavering trust. "I trust you, Taehyung. I know you're mine, so why are you worried?"

Her words washed over me like a comforting embrace, and I couldn't help but smile at her faith in me. "Thank you for trusting me, Lisa. But all I want is you," I replied, feeling a sense of relief wash over me as her words reassured me of our unbreakable bond.

Her kiss was a sweet reassurance, a promise of her love and support. "Then you'll have me, but not now. Just go and enjoy the party, or else your friends will say I've controlled you," she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

Her words brought a smile to my lips, easing the tension that had settled within me.

Lisa's delicate hands moved with practiced grace, her touch light as she applied the perfume to my coat. She lingered, her fingers smoothing the fabric near my shoulder, each movement both intimate and deliberate.

With a final, careful touch, she reached for my ear cuff, her hands steady as she fastened it with the gentlest of caresses.

As her lips brushed my earlobe, a shiver of surprise and pleasure ran through me, my breath catching as her warm breath lingered there.

"Lisa," I murmured, feeling the warmth from her touch seep into my skin, stirring a yearning that had been simmering just beneath the surface.

She looked up, her eyes meeting mine, and I could see the playful glint there—a spark that ignited something primal within me.

Unable to resist, I drew her closer, my hand slipping around her waist, my voice dropping to a low murmur filled with intention.

"Doll, when I get back from this party," I whispered, each word thick with desire, "prepare yourself. I'm going to take you so hard tonight."

A soft blush bloomed across her cheeks, and her eyes held a mixture of anticipation and submission that only fueled the fire in my chest.

Her voice was barely above a whisper, but her words sent a jolt of heat through me. "I'll wait for you, husband. I'll be ready... Just as you like me, I'll be at your service, husband."

I smiled, a slow, hungry grin as I brushed a hand along her cheek, feeling the warmth there.

Her gaze held mine, filled with eagerness and quiet resolve, her smile deepening as the unspoken promise hung heavy between us.

I pulled her close, pressing a deep, hard kiss to her lips, letting the weight of my words settle between us.

"Just because of you, Lisa. You know what will be there," I murmured, my gaze searching her face for any hint of doubt.

She looked back at me, a playful glint in her eyes. "I know... maybe there'll be women, sure, but I know you. You're mine. Why are you getting so worried, Taehyung?"

Her teasing smile widened. "Didn't we go to clubs together before? We've both seen the dancers; I mean, dear husband, you're the one with more experience, and you've made me this shameless. So, you're going to meet your friends—that's all."

I couldn't help but grin at her boldness. Leaning down, I kissed her lips once more, my heart full of gratitude for her unwavering trust. "That's what I love about you, Lisa—the trust you have in us."

Leaving the room, I couldn't shake the image of Lisa's smile from my mind, her playful anticipation lingering in the air.

Stepping out of the apartment, I was greeted by my driver, who opened the door for me with a respectful nod.

Climbing into the luxurious interior, I settled back into the seat, my thoughts consumed by the promise of our reunion later.

As we set off towards the party venue, my security detail followed closely in their SUV, ensuring my safety every step of the way.

The city lights blurred past us, the anticipation building with each passing moment.

Despite the distraction of the party ahead, my mind remained fixed on the image of Lisa waiting for me, her eagerness matching my own.

With each passing minute, the anticipation grew, the desire to return to her waiting embrace becoming almost palpable.

As the car sped through the bustling streets, I counted down the moments until I could finally be reunited with my beloved wife.

As I stepped out of the car, my friends greeted me with warm smiles and cheerful laughter.

Jimin, Namjoon, Seo Joon, Hyung Sik, and Woo Shik waited near the entrance, each of them beaming with a mix of mischief and genuine happiness.

The night felt full of camaraderie and celebration, though it held a different weight for me now—being newly married to Lisa had transformed even simple gatherings like this.

"Hey, dude, congratulations on your marriage!" Namjoon clapped me on the back with a wide grin. "I honestly didn't think you'd show up, considering how you were talking about this."

Jimin smirked, crossing his arms with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah, we were pretty sure your wife wouldn't let you out of the house!"

I shook my head, unable to contain a laugh at their banter. "Well, surprise—she wanted me to come; she is different," I said, my tone lighter than I felt.

Thinking of Lisa, the way she had been so supportive and understanding, stirred something soft within me. "She's precious to me, you know?"

Jimin's teasing expression softened, and Namjoon gave a slow nod. "Taehyung, you've changed, man. But it's good. Better, even," he said with a sincerity that settled over us.

I met Namjoon's gaze, appreciating the honest observation. "She's changed me," I admitted, pride threading through my words. "Because of her, I can confidently say I'm a better man."

The guys nodded in understanding, their smiles sincere and welcoming. Hyung Sik raised an eyebrow, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "Well, then, tonight we celebrate the better you!"

Seo Joon raised a glass in a mock toast. "To the new Taehyung—the lucky man with the most understanding wife!"

We all laughed, but as the night began, I felt the quiet presence of Lisa with me, her trust and affection shaping everything I had come to value.

And for the first time in a while, I found myself appreciating this moment with my friends, knowing I was carrying a piece of her with me.

My friends were well aware of my past as a notorious womanizer, but Lisa's influence had transformed me for the better.

With her love and support, I shed my old ways and embraced a newfound sense of maturity and commitment.

As they escorted me to the party, we were greeted by a luxurious setting. We settled into plush couches and served drinks by attentive staff.

The atmosphere was relaxed as we indulged in conversation, laughter, and the occasional smoke. Surrounded by friends, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the positive changes Lisa had brought into my life.

As the hour approached, I couldn't shake the longing to be with Lisa. Fingers tapping on my iPhone, I messaged her, "Doll, what are you doing? I'm missing you."

Her response came swiftly, filled with concern: "Taehyung, what's wrong? I miss you too. I told you to enjoy."

Feeling the ache of separation, I replied, "I am, but I need you, doll. I want you. I'll come now."

Her message came through, a gentle reminder of her love: "Taehyung, it's fine. I love you. Just enjoy the party. I'm taking a bath."

Hiding my phone, a surge of desire surged through me, urging me to press further. "Send me your sexy pictures, doll," I requested eagerly.

But her response halted me in my tracks, a rare denial that left me conflicted. "Not now. Let me take a bath, please. You can have me after coming home, please," she pleaded.

Sighing softly, I realized the significance of her request. It was the first time she had denied me something, and I knew I couldn't push her further.

"Okay, enjoy your bath, and also prepare yourself. I'll come in 15 minutes," I relented, tucking my iPhone back into my pocket, the anticipation of our reunion fueling my steps.

As I prepared to leave, Jimin's voice stopped me in my tracks. "Where are you going?" he inquired curiously.

With a sigh, I replied, "Well, it's been fun, but I think it's time to head home. Lisa's alone, and I don't like leaving her for too long."

Jimin chuckled at my response, teasing, "Taehyung, you're so possessive of her. She's not a baby, you know. And besides, she's more than capable of taking care of herself. Don't worry, she'll be fine. We organized this gathering for you to celebrate. How can you leave now? There's still something we want to show you."

Feeling torn between my desire to be with Lisa and my obligations to my friends, I reluctantly asked, "What is it?"

Namjoon stepped forward, a hint of excitement in his voice. "We've arranged a surprise for you," he announced eagerly.

But my response was tinged with frustration and disinterest. "Don't tell me you've arranged some woman for me. I'm not interested in that anymore. I'm a married man now. I have my wife. I've left that lifestyle behind," I asserted firmly, determined to uphold my commitment to Lisa and our marriage.

Jimin's words hung in the air, stirring an odd feeling of apprehension within me. "It'll be a dance show," he announced with a grin. "I called in professionals from the playhouse, Taehyung. This is going to be epic."

I sighed a reluctance edging my voice as I gave in. "Fine, I'll stay for the show, but I'll head out after that."

Jimin seemed satisfied and gave me a firm nod, already gesturing for me to follow him to the room he had prepared.

The room had been dimmed and set up with a small stage, transforming the space into a cozy, almost intimate, setting. I scanned the room, the unfamiliarity and atmosphere gnawing at my sense of comfort.

As Jimin made a move to leave, I instinctively stopped him, my voice firmer than intended. "Wait, where are you going and where are others?"

He raised an eyebrow, a puzzled smile tugging at his lips. "Why are you so tense, Taehyung? It's just a show; we will just come," he said, clearly not understanding my unease.

I struggled to find the words, my frustration mingling with my need for control. "I'm not tense," I replied, although I knew my tone said otherwise. "I'd just prefer if we watch it together. Whatever it is."

Jimin studied me for a moment before shrugging. "Alright, alright," he said, his tone lighthearted. "You need to relax, though. This isn't some high-stakes operation." He chuckled and patted me on the shoulder before slipping out, leaving me alone in the dimly lit room.

With a sigh, I looked around, trying to shake the uneasy tension tightening my chest.

I knew the root of it: ever since my marriage, I felt an intense need to be in control, to avoid anything that could break the sense of stability Lisa and I had built together.

I know how my reputation was in the past, but Lisa knows about it, and still, I don't want any drama and misunderstanding in our lives.

As I waited for the show to begin, I tried to settle my thoughts, but the thought of heading back home sooner rather than later stayed in the back of my mind.

Settling onto the couch, I retrieved my cigarette and lighter, the familiar routine offering a momentary distraction. But as the smoke curled around me, my mind inevitably drifted to thoughts of Lisa.

Closing my eyes, her image filled my mind, her smile lighting up my thoughts. I couldn't wait to be with her, to lose myself in her love and passion.

My affection for her ran deep, an addiction I had no desire to break. She was my dearest doll, my wife, my love, and I longed to be by her side.

Suddenly, the sound of movement drew my attention, and I glanced toward the door to see dancers entering the room.

Masked and anonymous, their identities obscured, they brought an air of mystery to the atmosphere.

As I took a puff from my cigarette and glanced at my wristwatch, I noticed that the performance had yet to begin. Sensing my unease, I raised my hand and gestured for the staff to leave.

Most of them complied, but one girl remained behind, standing near the door.

Concerned and slightly annoyed by her presence, I approached her, my voice firm yet controlled. "What is this, girl?"

I inquired, my gaze piercing as I sought an explanation for her lingering in the room despite my request for privacy.

She said quietly. "Sir, why did you send the dancer? We were about to show you the magic."

Her words caught me off guard, and I frowned, growing increasingly uncomfortable with her persistence. "I'm not interested. Kindly leave my way," I reiterated my tone firmly as I tried to dismiss her.

But she remained unfazed, her masked gaze fixed on me as she spoke again. "You are so handsome," she remarked, her words causing a surge of irritation to rise within me.

"How dare you, and who are you?" I demanded, my patience wearing thin as her audacity grated on my nerves.

Her response was cryptic, and I felt a sense of unease settle over me. "In this moment, it doesn't matter who I am. What matters is what you want and I"

She trailed off, leaving her words hanging in the air, a lingering sense of mystery shrouding her intentions.

As she grabbed me, I instinctively pushed her away, my mind reeling with confusion and disbelief. But as she drew closer, a familiar scent enveloped me—a fragrance so unmistakably reminiscent of Lisa.

The realization struck me like a bolt of lightning, but I quickly dismissed it as an absurd notion.

Why would Lisa be here? It must be a trick of the mind, a cruel illusion playing on my senses.

Anger surged within me as I grappled with the conflicting emotions swirling inside me. How dare she invade my personal space, masquerading as someone she was not?

The audacity of her actions fueled my indignation, and I lashed out with a stern warning, "How dare you! Know your place! I know girls like you. Stay away!"

My words dripped with contempt and disdain, a reflection of the turmoil raging within me.

Betrayed by the deceitful machinations of those around me, I recoiled from her presence, determined to protect the sanctity of my marriage and the integrity of my vows.

She persisted, her words dripping with desire and defiance. "When I saw you, sir, I was captured by your handsomeness. I want to pleasure you, sir," she confessed boldly.

Firmly rejecting her advances, I reiterated, "Stay away. I am a married man. Go and fuck someone who is interested and don't waste my time "

But she persisted, her tone mocking and dismissive. "So what if you're married? Your wife doesn't know," she retorted, her words striking a nerve.

Fueled by a surge of anger and protectiveness, I shouted, "It doesn't matter whether she knows or not. It's about me. Because I love her. I would never cheat on her. You whore, leave me alone."

Undeterred, she continued to press, her persistence unnerving. "I want to be your whore, sir. Please," she pleaded, her desperation palpable.

Feeling a mixture of frustration and concern, I cautioned her, "Don't make me do anything you'll regret."

But her resolve remained unshaken as she defiantly declared, "I want to regret it, sir."

As her bold actions crossed a line, her hand reaching for my manhood, I felt a surge of rage boiling within me.

My initial instinct was to strike her, to teach her a lesson for her audacity. But as my hand rose, poised to deliver a punishing blow, I froze in mid-motion, my gaze locking onto a familiar feature—the mole on her neck.

In that split second, my anger dissolved into confusion and disbelief. It couldn't be possible. The scent, the mole—everything pointed to one undeniable truth. She was Lisa.

My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled to comprehend the impossible reality before me. How could Lisa be here, dressed as a strange Woman, engaging in such brazen behavior?

Fear mingled with confusion as I grappled with the implications of her presence.

Her expression mirrored my own turmoil, her eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. But it was the recognition in her gaze that confirmed my suspicions.

Despite her disguise, I knew without a doubt that it was her.

The room seemed to spin around me as I tried to make sense of the surreal situation unfolding before me.

My emotions were a turbulent whirlwind of anger, fear, and disbelief, leaving me paralyzed and unsure of how to proceed.

Understanding Lisa's concerns about my past and the potential for insecurity, especially regarding fears of infidelity, I resolved to reassure her of my unwavering commitment and loyalty.

I knew that with love and open communication, we could navigate any doubts or insecurities together, strengthening our bond in the process.

Now that I recognized her true identity as Lisa, a wave of relief washed over me. I knew she would regret her actions, but for now, I decided to playfully tease my beloved doll.

It was time to see how she would react to my unexpected revelation.

As the storm within me settled, relief began to flow like a balm over my mind. Now that she knew, now that her doubts could be put to rest, I felt lighter.

A smile tugged at the corner of my lips, mischievous and playful. She had come to confront me, perhaps to test me or to tease me.

But in that moment, none of that mattered. What mattered was that she was here, despite everything, and I was ready to stand by her side, even if it meant enduring her uncertainty a little longer.

I watched her closely, savoring the subtle signs of vulnerability she tried to mask.

This woman—my beloved doll—had come here to challenge me, to see if I would waver, but I felt only joy and amusement, for I knew she wouldn't find the answer she feared.

She'd see only loyalty, trust, and love—emotions I knew would eventually soothe her fears.

And so, I waited, content to let her play this game, content to be here with her in this shared moment of silence, letting her feel the depth of my devotion without a single word spoken.

I reminded myself why I loved her and why I trusted her. Deep down, I understood her fears and the insecurities that sometimes clouded her thoughts.

My past had left shadows, and although I had done everything to leave it behind, I knew it wasn't always easy for her to believe that she was the only one who mattered to me.

In her heart, she feared the things I might be capable of, the women I had once entertained, even if they meant nothing to me.

But Lisa? She was different. She was my life.

Her eyes flickered with defiance, a slight tremble in her stance betraying her emotions.

She was here, maybe to test me, to playfully remind me of her hold on my heart.

She loved to tease me and push me to the edge with her boldness. I smiled to myself, taking a step closer, and watching her reaction closely.

I knew I was pushing her limits, but something inside me wanted to show her the depth of my loyalty. The past didn't matter; she was my present and my future.