LISA POV

It had been three days with him, and these days had become the most cherished moments of my life. Each morning, his affection showered me with kisses.

In the evenings, we strolled and engaged in heartfelt conversations, and at night, our connection deepened.

Despite the initial anxiety, all worries dissipated when his strong arms enveloped my waist, pulling me into a tender back hug.

As we lay entwined in each other's arms, our love and passion filling the room, my bag was already packed because maybe today we would get to the mansion as it was now the last day of staying at the penthouse.

Taehyung's heartfelt words cut through the silence. His gaze, filled with sincerity and adoration, met mine as he spoke, "I love you, Lisa. I love you so much."

A smile graced my lips as I hugged him tightly, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "I love you too," I whispered, my heart overflowing with affection.

Cupping my face gently in his hands, Taehyung's eyes held a depth of emotion as he continued, "Lisa, I know I've hurt you a lot, and for that, I'm truly sorry. But in those moments, all I could think about was being with you. Despite my dark past, you are my light."

His words washed over me, melting away any lingering doubts or insecurities. In his arms, I found solace and reassurance, knowing that our love was strong enough to overcome any obstacles that lay in our path.

His lips traced a path from my cheek to my neck, leaving a trail of pleasure in their wake. "Taehyung..." I murmured, my cheeks flushed with a mix of emotions.

The magnetic pull between us was undeniable; our hands sought each other incessantly, creating an addiction that neither of us resisted.

Turning around, I grabbed him closer and initiated a passionate kiss. He responded with a smirk, drawing our bodies closer.

As my body reclined, pressed against the bed, Taehyung lifted my right thigh to his waist level, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. Moans escaped my lips, a testament to the intensity of our shared desires.

"Let me love you, my wife, and don't be shy now." He commanded dominantly, and without hesitation, I complied, wrapping my legs around him.

I could feel his length pressing against my womanhood, eliciting a moan from deep within me as I stared into his dark, intense eyes. He smirked and kissed me passionately, sending shivers down my spine.

As our passion ignited, my hands roamed eagerly over his body, exploring every inch of him. I gasped as he entered me, filling me.

"Oh, Taehyung....."

I bite my lips and feel the love of my husband.

His thrusts were powerful and relentless, driving me to the edge of ecstasy as my hands were pinned above my head, intertwined with his fingers.

He lavished attention on my breasts, sucking on my nipple while continuing to thrust deeply inside me. I couldn't contain my pleasure, moaning loudly as I reached the peak of ecstasy, surprised by the newfound word that escaped my lips.

My devilishly handsome lover pulled out and released his release, his gaze intense as he stared at me, causing a blush to rise to my cheeks. With gentle care, he placed a kiss on my lips, treating me with a delicate touch that made me feel cherished and fragile.

He kissed me tenderly, his touch trailing slowly up my legs until he reached my soaking-wet womanhood, where he inserted a finger.

I flinched at the sudden intrusion, unable to suppress a mixture of pleasure and surprise at his relentless desire. Yet, despite his insatiable needs, I couldn't deny the electric connection between us that left me yearning for more.

"But that's what I liked about him..." I thought, feeling a surge of warmth as he clasped my hand tightly. "I'm the luckiest man in the world to have such a caring and loving woman in my life," he whispered, his lips brushing against my hand in a tender kiss. A smile blossomed on our faces, our eyes locking in a shared moment of intimacy.

The sight of ourselves reflected in the ceiling mirror only heightened the intensity of our passion, and I couldn't wait to capture this moment on canvas.

As an artist, I found inspiration in everything around me, and our sexual encounters were no exception. Snuggling closer to him, I felt his warmth and love enveloping me.

We had come a long way, and our love had only grown stronger with time. I knew without a doubt that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, exploring our deepest desires and fantasies together.

Turning to him, I smiled, feeling a surge of love and gratitude welling up inside me. "Thank you," I whispered, tracing circles on his chest with my finger.

He looked at me, his eyes filled with love and adoration. "For what?" he asked softly, running his hand through my hair.

"For everything," I reply, my voice choked with emotion as tears welled up in my eyes. "For loving me, for making me feel alive, for healing me, for always being there with me, for being my loving husband."

He smiles tenderly, pulling me closer to him. "I'll always be your loving husband, love," he murmurs, kissing my forehead. "And I'll always love you."

It's hard to believe that he's the same person I met at the beginning—a monster, the rudest man I'd ever encountered.

Now, he's the most romantic and loving man on the planet, and it makes all the hardships I endured worthwhile. I have witnessed a side of him he once concealed, and it fills me with a sense of joy and gratitude.

And now, this handsome man is mine and mine alone. The journey we have traveled, with all its ups and downs, has led us to this point of love and understanding.

Lost in my thoughts, I gaze at him, my heart overflowing with affection. I rise onto my tiptoes and press my lips against his.

He responds with tenderness, his arms enveloping my waist as he draws me closer to him, igniting a fire within me.

"I wish I could stop time and live this moment with him forever, just the two of us," I think to myself. Suddenly, he speaks, breaking the moment. "I just remembered I forgot to give you something, Lisa," he says, rising from the bed.

As he walks to the sofa where his clothes were thrown, I catch a perfect glimpse of his bare buttocks, heartwarming and alluring simultaneously. He retrieves something from his coat pocket, and I admire my naked man.

Returning to me with a smile, he sits beside me under the blanket. I struggle to control my inner desires, feeling a familiar sensation sparking between my legs.

"Lisa, you always make me forget everything. I wanted to give you this yesterday, but I forgot. You truly have a magical effect on me," he chuckles, revealing two small boxes in his hand.

Now, I'm excited to see what he got for me. He opens the box and reveals a beautiful heart pendant. "We complete each other, just like this pendant," he whispers, staring at me.

"It's beautiful," I utter, caressing the pendant he holds in his hand. "It looks even more beautiful when you wear it, love!" he murmurs with profound love in his eyes.

I turn around, allowing him to put the pendant on me. He sweeps my hair to one side, and I shiver as I feel his cool fingers against my bare skin. I close my eyes, lost in his touch, as he places the pendant around my neck.

Once he finishes, he kisses my head from behind, bringing a smile to my face. As I play with the pendant, gazing at it, something clicks in my mind. I turn around.

"Thank you, but it's too much to ask for." I express my concern. He lets out a soft chuckle and brushes a strand of hair away from my face. "Lisa, don't bother. I'm your husband," he winks at me.

"And you deserve all the beautiful and luxurious things in the world. You bring so much joy and love into my life, and this pendant is just a small token of my affection for you."

"But it feels like too much," I protest, feeling overwhelmed by the lavish gift. He takes my hand in his. "I understand, but you don't have to worry about that. It's about what it represents. This pendant symbolizes our connection and love for each other. It's priceless to me."

His words touch my heart, and I feel the warmth of his love enveloping me. He pulls me closer, gently wiping away a tear. "I love you too," he whispers, "and I want you to know that I'll always cherish you and do whatever I can to make you happy."

As we sit here, wrapped in each other's arms, I am struck by how much Taehyung has changed. It feels like a dream come true, the way he treats me like a queen and showers me with his unwavering love.

I glance at our hands, adorned with our couple's tattoo, and it makes me blush with happiness. It reinforces the feeling that we are meant for each other.

However, a lingering worry about our relationship creeps into my thoughts. I expressed my concern to Taehyung, saying, "We need to go back because it has been two days. I don't want to leave, but I also don't want to create problems for us. I'm scared of what might happen if my dad doesn't accept us. We are step-siblings, and we can't do anything if they try to separate us."

Taehyung cups my face and reassures me, "No one can do it, not even our parents. I don't want to go back either, but we need to. I promise there will be days in the future when you'll be sleeping in my arms every day and night."

His comforting words alleviate some of my worries, and I hold onto the hope for a future where our love can openly flourish.

"Now, let's get fresh; we need to go to the mansion," he says, and I nod. Holding his hand, I suggest, "Let's take a bath together." He chuckles, and we head to the shower, sharing moments of love.

After the bath, we dry each other off, and Taehyung and I walk out of the bathroom. He puts on his suit, and I dress in my clothes as I start to put my things into my bag.

Taehyung nuzzles his head into my neck, and I smile, saying, "Taehyung, leave me; let me do work now." He smiles and replies, "I can't get enough of you."

I step back, asserting, "You need to, Mr. Husband, or else I won't allow you to make love to me." His fingers grip my jaw, and he kisses me, murmuring, "You think you can resist my touch, Lisa?"

I reply in a passionate whisper, "I wish I could, but I can't." Desire hangs in the air, an unspoken understanding between us.

Pushing him away, I declare, "Now, let me prepare breakfast." He seizes me, insisting, "No need, Lisa. My Queen, maids, will do that."

I resist, saying, "It's alright. Cooking brings me joy, and I love preparing meals for you because I know your fondness for them." I explain while stroking his stubble.

He gazes at me, saying, "I'll help you." Shocked, I realize the man who never stepped into the kitchen is now willing to do so for me.

Mockingly, I say, "Oh, so now you want to help me or ruin my cooking?" He scoops me into his arms, asserting, "I want to do both. Let's see how we can do it together."

His strong arms cradled me as we gracefully exited his lavishly adorned room, a sanctuary where few were granted entry. Within the expansive mansion, a fortress of opulence, only a select cadre of butlers and maids moved with purpose.

Our destination was the kitchen, a domain where culinary alchemy unfolded daily. As we entered, a symphony of clinking utensils and the aromatic dance of spices greeted us. A handful of maids diligently attended to their tasks, unaware of our arrival.

A subtle blush adorned my cheeks as the enigmatic man by my side, in a tone colder than the marble beneath our feet, issued commands to the staff. "You all can go from there and leave us alone; come tomorrow," he directed, his gaze piercing through the bustling activity.

The maids, with a mix of surprise and deference, hastily retreated, leaving us enveloped in a newfound solitude within the heart of his grand abode.

The air resonated with a sense of exclusivity as if the very walls held secrets known only to the privileged few permitted in this inner sanctum.

He speaks while looking at me. "My Queen, prepare something for us.". I looked at him and said, "Sure, my king." We started to work. In the intimate seclusion of the kitchen, our roles shifted seamlessly.

I set about preparing an omelet, deftly cracking eggs into a bowl while he, recognizing his limitations with vegetables, stood beside me, ready to lend his expertise elsewhere.

The rhythmic whisking of the eggs echoed the unspoken harmony between us. As the aroma of sizzling ingredients filled the air, I moved on to crafting garlic bread, slicing through fresh baguettes with practiced precision.

His gaze lingered on my hands, the warmth of the stove and the gentle flicker of flames casting a cozy glow upon us. Feeling his touch on my waist, I looked up at him, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

"Don't, Taehyung," I protested, though the corners of my lips betrayed a playful smile. He smirked mischievously, his fingers lingering on my waist. "Please, Lisa, can I now?" he teased, his voice filled with playful insistence.

I pouted with mock anger, shaking my head. "No, you can't," I replied, my tone playful yet firm as I resisted his playful advances.

Undeterred by my playful resistance, Taehyung leaned in closer, his lips grazing my ear as he whispered, "Come on, Lisa, just a little."

His warm breath sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but laugh at his persistence. "No means no, Taehyung," I insisted, trying to maintain my composure despite the growing heat between us.

But Taehyung only grinned, his playful demeanor melting away any pretense of seriousness. "You know you want to," he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

I rolled my eyes playfully, unable to suppress a smile. "Fine, but just a little," I relented, giving in to his playful charm.

With a triumphant grin, Taehyung leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on my cheek, his touch sending waves of warmth through me. As we stood together by the stove, enveloped in the cozy glow of the flames, I couldn't help but feel grateful for moments like these, where laughter and love intertwined in perfect harmony.

With a playful glint in his eyes, he dipped a finger into the cream, bringing it to my lips. "Open," he instructed his touch as light as a whisper.

I complied, and he placed a dollop of cream into my mouth. The sensation was a delightful blend of sweetness and intimacy. With a mischievous smile, he leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a tender exchange.

As he licked the cream from my mouth, the kitchen became a canvas for a silent symphony of shared desires and unspoken words.

The crackling sounds of the stove, a melodic backdrop, mirrored the sparks between us, transforming a simple breakfast preparation into a moment etched in the tapestry of our shared connection.

We sat at the kitchen counter, a tableau of intimacy, choosing the warmth of that space over the grandeur of a dining room.

Despite the allure of a beautiful dining area, he showed no inclination to leave my side. Our breakfast became a romantic symphony as he, with playful tenderness, indulged in sharing bites directly from my mouth. The flavors mingled, a dance of tastes heightened by the lingering warmth of the stove.

In the quietude of our shared meal, the kitchen became a cocoon of affection, where the aroma of our morning repast intertwined with the unspoken language of shared glances.

As we savored the last bites, he broke the silence, his voice carrying a note of genuine admiration. "Your hands have magic; you always cook so tastily," he declared the sweet finale to our intimate breakfast.

"Now, can you go, mister?" I inquired, and he nodded, replying, "Sure." We exited the kitchen, strolling together to our room. There, he fetched my handbag before we left the room, making our way out of the penthouse.

The watchful guard, Taehyung, opened the door for us. He directed the staff, "Tell the maid to clean the whole penthouse," and they nodded in acknowledgment. With that, we descended from the luxurious abode.

A waiting car, driven by Taehyung's chauffeur, stood ready. We entered the car, each movement carrying the grace of a shared understanding. The engine hummed to life, propelling us away from the penthouse and into the bustling rhythm of the city.

TAEHYUNG POV

Once we reached the mansion, my guards orchestrated the unveiling of opulence as the grand doors swung open. As the driver stopped before a chauffeur opened the door for us,

I noticed Lisa discreetly tucking her pendant beneath her dress. Concern etched my features as I gently grabbed her, asking, "What are you doing, love?"

Her gaze met mine, and she explained, "I just want to preempt any questions from your mother. What if she asks why I'm wearing this, even with our names, Taehyung?" There was a hint of sadness and apprehension in her eyes.

Cupping her face, I reassured her, "Sure, hide it. But soon, I promise you'll showcase it to the world." With a nod, I added, "Don't worry; soon, you'll wear this in front of everyone."

In response, Lisa offered a seductive promise: "I'll be waiting for that day, husband." Sealing her words with a kiss on my neck, I embraced her as my wife before all.

Stepping out of the car, Lisa regained her composure, and together, we traversed the marbled halls of the mansion. The main hall unfolded before us, a stage set for the intricate dynamics of family encounters.

Our parents, poised in rehearsed greetings, concealed the complexities beneath their smiles. "How are you, my kids?" I replied with a smile. "We are fine." As Lisa excused herself, a subtle tension lingered.

My mother's smile veiled a simmering rage, a tempest restrained by the thin veneer of civility. We settled on the couch, but the air remained charged.

My stepfather, eager to steer the conversation away from unspoken nuances, inquired about my recent project. "How was the project, son? I sense it will be amazing for you," he remarked.

I nodded, my eyes inadvertently meeting my stepfather's, as I affirmed, "Yes, it was incredible; now I have numerous projects on the horizon." As I glimpsed Lisa's retreating figure, I sensed the impending storm of emotions awaiting us in the intricate dance of family dynamics.

Lisa returned, draped in a breathtaking dress that exuded grace, effortlessly taking her place beside me on the couch. The subtle rustle of fabric spoke volumes, a nonverbal acknowledgment of the intricate dance within the opulent mansion.

As we immersed ourselves in polite conversation, delicately navigating familial nuances, the air buzzed with unspoken emotions. Lisa's presence added a layer of elegance, and her every movement was a testament to the artistry of her appearance.

Amidst our discussions, a guard entered, executing a practiced bow before presenting an invitation card. "Forgive the interruption, sir. This is an invitation to the upcoming party hosted by Mr. Jeevan," he conveyed with a respectful tone, extending the card to me.

I accepted the card with a nod, and a subtle tension rippled through the room as the reality of social obligations collided with the complex tapestry of our private lives.

"A party invitation," I remarked, breaking the brief silence. My stepfather's eyes met mine, a knowing glint in his gaze. "It's from my best friend; we should attend, and it is important," he suggested, the unspoken intricacies of the social sphere weaving into our familial dynamics.

Nodding, I rose from my seat, stating, "I need to go to work; catch you all up later." As I moved, my glance lingered on Lisa.

As my father spoke, looking at us, he said, "Taehyung, today your mother and I will go to an event held by a hospital charity. I need to go, and if you want, you can come for some time."

I responded in an indifferent tone, "Dad, I'll try. If I can, you both can go." Dad nodded, and I left, but my mother followed me, calling out, "Taehyung, my son, wait. I wanted to talk to you."

Stopping in the middle, she approached and whispered, "What is this all going on, Taehyung? I feel you are doing something wrong. What happened with her in three days?"

I looked at her with boredom and said, "It's not your concern. The important thing is that her whole property is in my hands, and you don't have to worry."

She gazed at me and expressed concern. "I am worried about you. I sense that something is happening with her. I can see her behavior towards you."

I glared at my mother, stating, "Because I made her scared, Mother. She's afraid to speak up. Now, don't bother me; I have a meeting to attend." She scrutinized my eyes and cautiously said, "This is not the Taehyung I know. What happened to you?"

I retorted, "Mother, don't poke your nose into my affairs. Don't make me do worse. Let me handle this; I have reasons for keeping Lisa close to me."

I lied while maintaining eye contact, and my mother nodded, saying, "I trust you, son, but don't fall for her tricks. If she tries to melt your heart or anything, she is not the girl for you; she's a burden for us."

I hissed, making my mother flinch, and I commanded, "Now, go from there and behave like a prestigious woman. Don't do anything that embarrasses me." She nodded and complied.

Leaving the mansion, my emotions carefully masked, I stepped into the waiting car, where my driver and guards stood ready for my instructions. Commanding them to proceed to my company, the tranquil ambiance of the car was interrupted by the ringing tone of my phone.

Retrieving it from my pocket, a smile played on my lips at the sight of Lisa's name on the caller ID, and I answered, retaining the warmth of our earlier conversation.

"Hello," I greeted, the resonance of her melodic voice reaching me. "When will you come? I need you, and I started to miss you."

Chuckling, I assured her, "I'm heading to a meeting, love, but I promise I'll come fast. Did Mother and Father leave?" She confirmed their departure. "They are gone, but I am alone, working on something that you'll surely like." I couldn't help but smile.

Intrigued, I inquired, "What is my wife doing now?" She teased, "When you come, I'll show you. It's a surprise, and I hope you'll like it." My curiosity peaked, and I pressed, "Tell me, Doll."

She maintained the mystery: "I can't because it's a surprise. Come fast before our parents return, and now I'm ending the call because I need to do my work."

Advised her not to overwork, "Don't overdo anything that can make you tired, and you need rest. Also, have some lunch and fruit." I lit a cigarette as a gesture of stress relief.

Reassuringly, she said, "I'm fine. Now, bye-bye, and I love you." I reciprocated, "I love you too." Ending the call, I found myself at my company.

The guards opened the door, and as I entered the meeting office, I was greeted by the familiar faces of my staff and other company personnel, ready to delve into the business matters at hand.

During the meeting, my phone placed on the table in front of me rings, and the caller ID reads 'My Lisa.' A smile creeps onto my face, and curiosity gets the better of me. I discreetly pick up my phone, sliding it under the table to check the text she sent.

The explicit mirror selfies she shared, draped in nothing but a towel, ignited a fiery response within me. I quickly respond, "You're aware I'm in a meeting, love. Yet you sent me these. Are you intentionally teasing me?".

Her immediate reply fuels the flames: "Did the photos turn you on?" The daring game she plays continues with another selfie, this time in black lingerie, accompanied by a wink.

The sight leaves me flustered, and I can't help but respond, "You're getting bold, Lisa, becoming so naughty. Now, nobody can save you from me. You're in deep trouble, and I'll punish you so hard."

I place my phone back on the table, attempting to regain composure and focus on the meeting, despite the intense desire coursing through me.

My Love: I don't want anyone to rescue me from you, my love. I eagerly await your arrival, yearning to witness the intensity of the punishment you will unleash upon me. I want you, Taehyung Kim. Your wife needs you and just come to me. I am waiting. I know you are crazy for me, a man who is a beast but only loves me.

During the day, Lisa kept sending messages and pictures that made me uncomfortable, even though I told her to stop. It's frustrating, so I warn her seriously and make it clear that her teasing has consequences.

She says it's just for fun, but I tell her how it messes with my head. Even though she says sorry, I stay quiet, putting my phone away to focus on a work meeting and not letting my feelings take over.

After the meeting, I went to my office, trying to calm down the strong feelings Lisa stirred up. When I finish work, I leave, excited to get back to the big house. I've already texted Lisa, asking her to meet me in my room, adding to the anticipation.

In the busy noon, my cool car is waiting as I get closer. Guards in the nearby car are keeping watch. The sun makes the city look warm and inviting, hinting at something special.

As I settle into the car and start the engine, I take control, the road's sound mixing with my thoughts. A sudden idea makes me go to a small flower shop. Sunlight through the car window shows off lots of colorful flowers.

Stopping the car, I step out onto the sunny sidewalk, going with the unplanned moment. The shop's bell rings, and the sweet smell of flowers is all around. I pick a single red rose—a simple way to say something deep—and I pay the shop owner.

Holding the one rose, I like how it's simple but says a lot. In the noon light, the rose becomes like a secret way to share my feelings. Leaving the shop, the city looks different, showing the hidden beauty in the little flower.

As the car door closes quietly, I keep driving, the morning sun making shadows that match my mixed-up feelings. The one rose, held on purpose, is like a special thing in a regular noon drive.

Upon reaching the mansion, I hurried into it, marching straight to my room. The scent of fresh red roses enveloped me as I entered, their soft petals brushing against my skin as I carried the rose flower in my hand.

Excitement welled up within me, causing my heart to race. This marked the first time I had purchased a gift for a woman, a gesture reflecting the significance Lisa held in my life. I intended to shower her with love and affection.

There she stood by the window, gazing at the sky bathed in the soft glow of the sunlight. Her face looked divinely gorgeous, and I couldn't help but smile at the sight. Approaching her, I wrapped my arm around her waist from behind and placed a soft kiss on her head.

Turning towards me, her eyes twinkled with delight as the sweet scent of the roses reached her. The vibrant bouquet I held symbolized my appreciation and served as a heartfelt gesture to express gratitude for the chance she had given me.

"This is for you, Lisa. Thank you for giving me a chance," I express, extending the flower before her. A contented smile graces her lips.

"Wow! I love it. Thanks for this," she exclaims, taking the flower with glee and pecking my cheek, eliciting a smile from me.

As she closes her eyes, inhaling the aroma of the rose, I admire her beauty, realizing the depth of my feelings for her. "I always think about you, Lisa, and I know this rose has my little love for you. Shortly, I'll fill your life with more flowers until I die.".

I wonder why she didn't enter my life sooner and why it took me so long to recognize my deep love for her.

She pressed her lips into mine and said, "This is enough and everything for me. I just want us to grow older together and see our family grow up, but it feels so hard, but I am with you.".

I hugged her. She breaks the hug and says, "Come with me," extending her hand. The sound of my name in her melodic voice soothes my ears.

Taking her hand with pleasure, I allow her to lead me toward the bed, intrigued by the air of mystery surrounding her actions.

Confusion crosses my brows as she climbs onto the bed. Observing her with curiosity, I wonder what is going on in her mind. There's a playful glimmer in her eyes, sparking excitement within me.

"Give me your tie and stand, turning your back on me," she instructs, holding out her hand. Only she has the authority to command Taehyung Kim like this.

I loosen my tie without question and give it to her before standing, turning my back. The anticipation builds, and my mind races with possibilities.

"Are you up to something kinky, Lisa?" I question her as she blindfolds me with my tie. With a gentle chuckle, she answers, "No, I have a surprise for you. Didn't I tell you, rude handsome?" Her voice carries a hint of excitement, and I eagerly await to discover what she has in store.

She takes my hand, guiding me with an electrifying and captivating touch, leaving my curiosity fully aroused. "Now, take off the blindfold," she orders, and the tables have turned; now it's her giving the orders.

I obediently untie the knot and remove the blindfold, then walk over to her. Standing behind her, I gently grasp her waist, pulling her closer. My front presses against her back, and I relish the scent of her hair as I admire the painting, resting my chin on her shoulder.

The painting captures our naked, intertwined bodies from the penthouse, reflected in the ceiling mirror. It's beautiful and a perfect representation of our love.

Both of us are visible in the painting, our naked bodies intertwined, lost in each other's love. Her talent amazes me, and I see our love story in those strokes.

"Wow, love, you're incredible." I praise her, embracing her from behind. She smiles at me after turning toward me. "Thank you, baby. I'm glad you like it."

"I love it," I reply, hugging her again. "You're so talented." She grins at my compliment and snuggles into my embrace. We sit there for a while, admiring her painting and enjoying each other's company.

"I had the inspiration for this painting at that precise moment," she says, her voice filled with delight as I lose myself in the intricate details of the artwork. I shift my gaze from the painting to her glowing face. "I'm rendered speechless. It's so beautiful."

Taking the painting from her hands, I admire it up close. Once satisfied, I carefully place it on the table, treating it as a precious treasure. "Lisa, you have magic in your hands," I whisper, taking her delicate hands in mine and pressing a tender kiss against her soft skin.

"Your hands have the magic to cook delicious food, create magnificent paintings, and also give me a perfect hand job," I tease her, a smirk spreading across my face.

A rosy hue colors her cheeks as she playfully nudges me. "You're unbelievable, Taehyung," she mutters, a mix of embarrassment and amusement in her voice.

As she hands me her sketchbook, I eagerly open it to find my sketch beautifully rendered. It takes my breath away, and my eyes gleam with delight. The artwork captures my transformation, and I place the sketchbook on the bed.

Pulling her closer, our bodies pressed against each other, the palpable electricity between us makes the connection we share feel stronger than ever.

"You know, I never imagined my life would take this turn," I express, looking into her eyes with honesty. "But I'm grateful for the chance to be with you and to experience this love and happiness."

Her smile softens, and she caresses my cheek. "I never thought I'd fall for someone like you, Taehyung. But you've shown me a side of yourself that's genuine and caring, and I'm captivated by it. And I want to say this is my heart for you; don't ever break it, Taehyung."

I lean in, capturing her lips with mine in a tender kiss, expressing emotions that are hard to put into words. Our connection feels natural as if we were meant for each other.

After the kiss, I lean my forehead against hers, and we share a moment of silence, relishing each other's presence.

"Lisa, I promise to cherish and love you every day," I whisper, my voice filled with conviction. "I want to be the one who brings a smile to your face when you wake up and the one you share your joys and sorrows with. I didn't know you had this talent; I am sorry I took your talent for granted, but you are skilled in the arts. I'll surely do something for you; just wait for a while."

She wraps her arms around my neck, holding me close. "I know you'll do something for me, and I promise to stand by your side, no matter what comes our way," she replies, her voice soft but resolute.

"And you are my everything," I respond, my voice filled with sincerity and love, as I reach out to gently cup her face in my hands.

We stay in each other's embrace, savoring the moment and the promises we've made. It feels like the start of something beautiful, a love story that has the potential to fill both our lives with joy and fulfillment.

She looked into my eyes and said, "You were talking about the punishment; I want to know how you can do that." I smiled and said, "I'll punish you tomorrow for what you did to me."

A mischievous plan begins to form in my mind, fueled by the desire to tease her and let her feel the consequences of igniting my desires. It will be an amusing game, one where she'll see the different facets of my love and loyalty.

She challenged the beast within me, daring me to love her fiercely and punish her when needed. Now, she'll witness a new side of me—a man who adores her with unwavering devotion, yet isn't afraid to indulge in a bit of playful mischief.