(Look at the Backstory first babe)

When Kim finished his military service and found out that his mother had arranged for him to marry a woman, he didn't like it very much, but he saw the insistence in his mother's eyes, the frustration and the anxiety, so he reluctantly agreed, as he would always be living and would not be free for that woman he didn't know.

He didn't have a wedding or any of those things, but he moved with his wife after taking her clothes from her father's house, and it was clear that she wasn't as impressed with the marriage as he was.

Looking at the short and revealing nature of her clothes, Kim didn't like it at all, and he would not accept his wife's clothes being like that, even if the marriage was arranged. She remains his wife in all the conversations and bears his name, and this is not the way a woman would bear the name of a man of his status.

When they arrived at their private apartment and began to arrange their things, Kim stood in front of rox and said in a deep voice devoid of any feelings, only coldness."Listen carefully, woman, I will never allow this type of clothing when you are named after me, and I expect this type of disgusting clothing to change."

He said while standing on the threshold of the door and leaning His back to the door “And work, you don’t need to work, my work will suffice the needs you require and I don’t allow discussion about this matter.. Another thing I will go to the military at dawn, and I will return after fifteen days, if you need anything call my mother, during the days I don’t allow anyone to enter my house in my absence, there are no parties or friends’ evenings inside the house”

He pointed at her before leaving "I expect to take care of everything in the house and I don't like empty, useless discussions!" He said and left heading towards the kitchen

After a few hours had passed, when he returned from work in the army, Kim walked into the apartment and immediately noticed the difference between his wife's clothes earlier and now. He could hardly believe what he was seeing; the top she wore now revealed most of her cleavage and ended above her belly button, while her skirt barely covered anything below her hips, showing off her toned legs. It made him feel uncomfortable, angry even. How dare she disobey his orders so soon after they got married?

*His face darkened as he stormed towards her. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded in a harsh voice. "I specifically told you not to wear clothes like this!"

"Well, I changed," she replied defiantly, tilting her chin up. "It's my body, and I can wear what I want." She crossed her arms over her chest as if daring him to say more.

Kim took a step closer, his expression unyielding. "You will learn your place around here," he growled. "I am your husband now, and you will obey me without question. Do you understand?"

His eyes widened in shock at her defiance. He never expected this from her; most women he knew would be thankful to have a strong husband like him taking care of them. But not this one. She was different, and that difference disturbed him immensely. "You're challenging me?" he asked coldly. "Is that what you think you're doing? I will show you your place!"

Without warning, his hand shot out and slapped her across the face hard enough to make her stumble back a step. The shock on her face was almost worse than the pain as she gripped her burning cheek in surprise. Kim took another step closer, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Do you understand now?" he snarled through gritted teeth. "I am your husband, and I will not tolerate disobedience."

She glared at him defiantly despite the sting on her cheek. Her words came out slowly and evenly as she said, "You can't force me to be who you want me to be, Kim." The use of his name seemed to infuriate him even more, but he didn't show it.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. This wasn't like him; usually, he could control his anger with ease. But there was something about her that brought out the worst in him, made him lose his usual sense of composure. "Very well," he finally said through gritted teeth. "Then perhaps I should make it clearer to you."

Without another word, he reached forward and roughly grabbed her arm, pulling her close enough that she could feel the heat from his body. She struggled against his grip at first but quickly subsided when he growled in warning. His eyes burned into

The feel of her hand striking him across the face was like a slap of ice water to his cheek; it snapped him back to reality and filled him with a blinding rage. He yanked her toward him by her arm, intending to teach her some respect, but she twisted out of his grip and darted toward their room instead, slamming the door behind her.

Fuming with anger, he stood there for several long moments, his fists clenched at his sides as he struggled to control his temper. Finally, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, feeling some of the tension drain from his body. This wouldn't do; if he kept reacting this way whenever she disobeyed him, they would both be miserable. He needed to find another approach.

With determination filling him, Kim strode purposefully toward their room and knocked on the door. "Lillia," he said through gritted teeth, his voice tight with control. "Open this door." There was a moment's pause before she replied weakly, "Go away."

He took another deep breath, trying to calm himself further. He knew she was still angry; they both were. But they needed to talk about this like adults. "Lillia," he said more quietly now, "please open the door. We need to discuss this rationally." When there was no response, he sighed and turned away from the door, going back into the living room. He sat down on the couch and stared at nothing in particular for a few minutes before finally saying, "Fine. I'll leave you alone for now. But we will talk about this later."

As the hours passed, he couldn't help but wonder if their marriage would ever work out like this. It was bad enough that

The sight of his wife's attire when she passed through the living room earlier had filled him with renewed anger and frustration, but he forced himself to remain where he was on the couch. He knew they needed to talk about their situation, but it seemed that she wasn't quite ready for that yet. Maybe if he gave her some space, she would eventually come around. In the meantime, there was nothing else he could do except wait and hope.

As time went by, Kim found himself growing increasingly anxious. He hated the feeling of helplessness that came with not being able to control his wife's actions or behavior. It wasn't who he was; it wasn't part of their arrangement. He had always been in charge before, and now everything seemed to be slipping out of his grasp.

Finally, after several hours had passed, Kim decided that enough was enough. He stood up from the couch and paced around the room, trying to work off some of his excess energy and frustration. Maybe if he went after her himself instead of waiting for her to come back on her own accord...

With a final deep breath, he grabbed his coat and keys off the table before heading out of the apartment building. It was late at night, but he had no intention of resting until he found Lillia and convinced her that they needed to talk about their problems like adults.

The bar she'd mentioned earlier wasn't hard to find; it was one of the more popular hangouts in town for people their age. As Kim walked inside, the loud music and bright lights assaulted his senses, but he focused on finding her amidst the crowd. After several minutes of searching, he finally spotted her sitting at a table with some friends, laughing and enjoying herself as if nothing were wrong.

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As he watched her from across the room, Kim's heart raced faster and faster with each passing second. Seeing her laugh and enjoy herself with her friends was a strange mixture of relief and anger; on one hand, it was good to know that she could still find happiness in other aspects of life despite their marriage problems. On the other hand, knowing that she could seemingly disregard him so easily only fueled his determination to make things right between them.

He fought against the urge to storm over there and drag her away from the table; he knew that would only make matters worse. Instead, he tried to calm himself down by taking slow, deep breaths as he made his way through the crowd. When he finally reached Lillia's side, she looked up at him in surprise before quickly glancing back down at her drink.

"Hello," he said coolly. "I thought you might like some company." There was a moment of awkward silence before she replied curtly, "I'm having fun with my friends, thank you." He resisted the urge to sigh in frustration; this wasn't going nearly as well as he had hoped it would.

Deciding on a different approach, Kim motioned for the bartender and ordered two glasses of champagne before turning back to Lillia. "Look," he began, forcing himself to remain calm despite the growing tension between them, "I know we've been having some problems lately, but I really think we need to talk about this like adults." She didn't reply immediately; instead she continued to stare at her drink as if it held all the answers.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally lifted her eyes back up to meet his gaze. "What do you want me to say?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her reply stung like a slap across the face; he hadn't expected that she would react so negatively to his attempt at starting a conversation. But then again, their relationship had been strained ever since they were married, and it seemed like every move he made only served to make things worse. With a deep breath, Kim tried one more time.

"Look," he said quietly, "I'm not saying I did anything right either. I know my methods may have come off as harsh and demanding..." He trailed off, unsure of how else to phrase his thoughts without sounding patronizing or dismissive. After a moment's hesitation, he continued, "All I want is for us to work through this together. I love you, Lillia, and I don't want our marriage to fail."

She let out a humorless laugh. "Love? You barely know me," she said bitterly. "You only married me because Mom arranged it, not because of who I am or what I want." The hurt in her voice was unmistakable, and for a brief moment Kim felt guilty for pushing her away so far. But he couldn't afford to show weakness now; they needed to find some sort of compromise if their marriage was ever going to stand a chance.

"Fine," she finally said after several tense seconds. "Let's go somewhere more... private." He nodded in agreement, and together they left the bar, navigating through the crowd toward the exit. Once they were outside, she stopped walking and turned back to face him. "But just so we're clear," she said with a steely glint in her eyes, "I want you to understand that I am my own person, and I won't be dictated to like some possession."

Kim took a step closer,

The tension in the air was palpable as they made their way home in separate cabs, each lost in their own thoughts. When he finally entered their apartment, Kim walked over to the island counter and took a seat across from her, his expression unreadable. He knew that he needed to find some sort of compromise with Lillia if their marriage was going to survive; he couldn't continue down this path where she constantly defied him and they ended up in these pointless arguments.

"Lillia," he said calmly, hoping that his tone would convey the sincerity he felt, "I understand that you have your own life and your own ideas about how things should be. And I want to respect that." He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "But at the same time, we are married now, and we need to learn to work together as a team. I know my methods may have seemed harsh before, but it's only because I was trying to establish some sort of order in our lives."

She took a sip of her coffee before replying. "I get that," she said, her voice still cool and distant. "But you can't expect me to just do everything you say, all the time. We both have our own ideas about what we want out of life, and sometimes those ideas conflict with yours."

He nodded in understanding. "True enough," he agreed. "So why don't we try something new? Let's sit down together, talk about our expectations and desires, and see if we can come up with a compromise that works for both of us?" She raised an eyebrow at him sceptically but said nothing more. Maybe there was still hope for their marriage after all.

"Look," he continued, "I'm willing to make changes too, if that

His eyes widened in surprise at her blunt words. For a moment, he couldn't quite formulate a reply. Her suggestion that their marriage was nothing more than a business arrangement and that she would only have sex with him for the sake of producing an heir struck deep, like a physical blow to his chest. He hadn't expected her to think so little of what they had together.

Finally, he found his voice. "Is that how you truly feel?" he asked softly, though there was an undercurrent of hurt in his tone. "That our relationship has no value except for the children we might have together?" The words cut through the air like razors as she watched him struggle to hide his own emotions.

She stared at her coffee cup, unable to meet his gaze. A part of her was ashamed that she had been so harsh, but another part felt relief at finally saying what she really thought. It was too much, all this pressure and control from him. She needed freedom, even if it meant their marriage wouldn't survive in the end.

"I...," she began, searching for the right words to apologize or explain herself further. But before she could continue, he spoke again, his voice firm yet gentle.

"You are right," he said quietly. "Our relationship has been strained lately, and I have made mistakes in trying to establish my authority over you." He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "I am willing to change that. To give you more freedom, to listen to your opinions, to make this marriage work as equal partners." His words hung in the air like a promise, and she found herself wondering if he truly meant them or if it was just another attempt at control.

"If you're willing," he continued, meeting her gaze with determination, "I