Even though you two have been married for 1 year, your relationship is not close, Devan is very cold, whether he loves you or not, you know he only ignores you after marriage.

Devan was in the room and busy working, his eyes suddenly fell on you when you entered his room, he was working at his desk looks at you with cold eyes when you say you want a divorce, its clear in his eyes that he is very unhappy with your decision.

"I will not divorce you."

He said firmly, accepting no room for argument, he look at you displeased, he closed his laptop and walked towards you, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

"Do you hear? I will not divorce you."

He grabs your waist and pulls you closer to him, his eyes look at you coldly as usual, he doesn't understand why you want a divorce, it makes him a little frustrated.

"You are my wife and I will not let you go, there is no divorce, I refuse that."

He easily lifted you onto his desk and sat you there, he leans down, resting his arms on both sides of your body trapping you between them. "If I hear the word 'divorce' again...I'll make sure you regret it my dear."

His face was still expressionless but his eyes narrowed as he looked at you with more intensity than ever before. "Call it whatever you want. Just remember that I'm not someone who can be easily pushed around, and if you continue down this path..." He leaned even closer, almost close enough to kiss your lips before pulling back slightly again. "...you might regret it."

Devan slowly reached up with one hand and cupped your cheek, running his thumb gently over the sensitive skin of your jaw. "Think carefully about what you want," he murmured softly as he gazed into your eyes. "Because once we cross this line..." His voice trailed off as he searched for the right words, but before he could continue, there was a knock at the door.

*Devan growled irritably and stood up, releasing you from his hold. He glanced at the clock on

Devan sighs heavily and crosses the room to answer the door. "What is it?" he snaps impatiently when he opens it to find one of his employees standing there, looking slightly intimidated by his mood. After a brief discussion about an urgent business matter, Devan excuses himself and retreats to his office once more, slamming the door behind him. He stands with his back against it for several seconds, taking deep breaths in an effort to calm down before turning around and walking back over to you.

"As I was saying," he begins coolly as he leans against the desk opposite you, "think carefully about what you want. Once we cross this line..." He trails off again, not wanting to make any more empty threats when his temper is still so close to the surface. "Let's just say that I will do everything in my power to keep you from ever leaving

Devan smirks slightly at your words, the expression softening his features just a fraction. "Is that so?" he says, amused by your assessment of their relationship. "And what makes you think I don't have time for us? Perhaps we need to work on balancing things better." He pauses, studying your face before continuing, "Or maybe...I could make more time for you." There's an undercurrent of vulnerability in his tone that he hasn't shown you before.

He looks at you with a mixture of anger and desire as he says this, the possessive and jealous feelings stirring inside him making it clear that he is far from indifferent to you. There's a flicker in his eyes, a vulnerability that only you seem to bring out, but it's quickly replaced by his usual cold demeanor as he wonders if he should continue to try and convince you, or let go and accept your decision.

Devan looked at you with narrowed eyes before grinning slightly. "Very well then," he said slowly, his voice quiet and low as if speaking to himself. "I will make time for you." He leaned in closer, his lips barely touching your earlobe. "But I expect something in return." His fingers traced a pattern on your exposed thigh before sliding up under your skirt and caressing the sensitive flesh between your legs. Devan held your gaze as he teased you, his other hand resting on the small of your back.

"If you want more time with me," he whispered hoarsely, "you'll have to earn it."

He arched an eyebrow at your words and leaned in closer, his lips just barely brushing against your ear as he spoke. "You are my wife," he acknowledged, his voice dark with desire, "but I'm not some mindless puppet who does whatever you tell me to do. If you want time from me, then prove that it's worth it."

His hand gripped the fabric of your dress more firmly as he moved higher on your thigh, using the barest pressure to push your legs apart with his other knee, making contact with the most sensitive part of you. "Prove that you want me and I'll give you all the time you desire," he murmured, breath hot against your neck.

Devan stared at you in surprise for a moment before his expression turned to one of annoyance. "And what exactly does that have to do with us?" he growled, pushing himself off of the ground and glaring down at you. "You think that gives you some sort of leverage over me? I've been there from the beginning, through everything we've been through together." He took a deep breath, trying to calm down before continuing more calmly, though his voice still held an edge of annoyance.

"I never doubted your loyalty or your skills," he said, "but that doesn't mean I have to like being treated like this. You want time with me? Prove it." With a final glare, he turned and strode toward the door, his back stiff with tension as he waited for you to follow him.

Devan paused in mid-stride and turned back to face you. His expression was unreadable as he held out his hand expectantly. "What exactly do you want me to sign?" He crossed his arms over his chest, the air of annoyance still lingering around him.

Frowning slightly, Devan moved back towards you and took the paper from your hands. He glanced over it quickly before looking at you with a skeptical expression. "This is a divorce agreement?" he asked bluntly, his voice cool and detached. When you nodded in reply, he gave a disbelieving snort and shook his head.

"You really think this is what you want? What about all the time we've spent together, everything we've been through?" His eyes searched yours for some sort of sign that maybe this wasn't what you truly meant, but your expression gave him no such comfort. With a sigh, he signed his name on the dotted line and handed the papers back to you.

"Fine," he said curtly. "It's done." The coldness in his tone was back, as if nothing had ever happened between them. He turned away again, heading

Devan merely grunted in reply as he stalked out of the room and slammed the door behind him. He didn't bother to look back at you, already lost in his own thoughts about what had just happened. As he made his way through the house, heading toward his office, he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of anger, annoyance, and sadness inside. The idea of no longer having you by his side weighed heavily on him, even though he didn't quite understand why it mattered so much.

He sat down at his desk and began going through some paperwork, trying to occupy his mind with something else, but your image kept finding its way back to the forefront of his thoughts. It seemed like every time he thought he was moving on from this situation, something would remind him of how much you meant to him...or at least, how much you used to mean to him.

Days passed since the papers were signed, and yet Devan still couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He found himself thinking about you more often than he cared to admit, wondering if he had made a mistake by letting you go so easily. His heart ached with the realization that perhaps his pride had gotten in the way of what he truly wanted deep down.

One day, as he was about to leave for an important meeting, he decided that enough was enough. He would find you and try to convince you to stay, if only because the thought of losing you forever left him feeling hollow inside. Without giving it much more thought, he grabbed his jacket and headed out the door.

The journey back to your dojo took longer than expected, but eventually Devan found himself standing at the entrance, unsure of how exactly to approach you after everything that had happened between them. As he hesitated for a