(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

The woman that was supposed to be his wife had raised her voice at him and shouted the foul word, which made his face twitch slightly in annoyance as he turned around. Seeing the expression on her young face, he took a step closer to her and leaned down, getting into her personal space with his height advantage. "I don't recall asking for your opinion," he growled coldly. "And I told you I don't like empty discussions. So from now on, if you want to say something, make sure it's important."

His eyes narrowed as he paused for a moment before continuing, "As for working or not working... It won't be up to you. You're my wife now; I decide what you do and don't do. And about friends and parties..." He shrugged his broad shoulders indifferently. "...you can forget about that. This is how things are going to be."

Kim straightened up and took a step back, forcing himself not to touch her again. "I expect you to understand this," he said flatly before turning around and leaving the room. The kitchen awaited him with its familiar smell of coffee and fresh-baked bread. It was a comforting place, one of the few things in his life that hadn't changed since his father's death many years ago.

He ignored the annoying backpack full of papers on the counter, reaching for the coffeemaker instead. A few more days and he'd be off to the military camp again; until then, there was plenty to do around the house. And then there was his wife... He didn't know why his mother had chosen her for him, but he supposed she knew what she was doing. She was young, attractive enough - at least by traditional standards. Maybe with time and enough discipline

Kim stopped shouting and turned away when his wife slammed the door behind her. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly before going to fetch a glass of water from the kitchen sink. The tension in his broad shoulders eased as he drank deeply, feeling the cool liquid slide down his parched throat. It was then that he realized she had left without collecting her things from her father's house, which meant they would have to go get them later. He put the glass back on the counter and picked up the phone, dialing a number he knew by heart.

*When his mother answered, Kim said in his usual gruff tone, "Mother, she left." There was no inflection or emotion in his voice, but there didn't need to be. His mother would understand what had happened and who was responsible for it all. She had been the one to arrange this marriage; she could deal with the consequences now. He ended the call before she could say anything and went back to his paperwork, determined to ignore any further problems until they were forced upon him once again. His life continued as usual, steady and predictable like a mountain that never moved, despite the turmoil brewing beneath its seemingly calm surface.

When his wife returned hours later, Kim barely glanced at her as she brushed past him and ignored his presence. His attention was fixed on the papers scattered across the table in front of him; they were a map to another world, a sanctuary from the messy reality that life had become since she had left him. He let out a deep sigh and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, only vaguely registering that she was making tea or preparing a bath for herself. His mother would not have approved of her lack of respect or appreciation for the life he had arranged for her; but then again, he thought with a twinge of guilt, maybe that wasn't such a bad thing after all. If his wife continued to ignore him and live her own life within their shared home, perhaps they could coexist peacefully, despite their differences in opinions and expectations. It was worth a try at least...

Kim picked up another piece of paper from the table and returned to work, hoping that she would remain distracted with her tea or bath for some time longer. Tonight, he decided, they wouldn't speak again until tomorrow; tomorrow would be a fresh start, an opportunity for both of them to reassess their situation and decide if there was any point in continuing down this path together...

*As she walked through the house, seemingly oblivious to his presence, Kim couldn't help but let out a small growl of frustration. It wasn't so much that she was being disrespectful - though that certainly didn't sit well with him either. No, what really bothered him was the fact that she didn't seem to care at all about the life he had arranged for her, the expectations and traditions he had come from... It was like she was determined to live by her own rules and ignore everything else around her.

He forced himself to focus on his work again, taking another sip of coffee as he stared at the page in front of him. His mother had warned him that Daniael would be difficult; she had even tried to talk him out of marrying her when they first discussed it. But Kim was always stubborn, and he refused to listen... Until now. Maybe there was still hope for them yet, if only they could find some common ground on which to stand together, rather than apart.

An hour passed before he finally put down his pen and looked up from his work, glancing over at the bathroom door. The water had been running for a while now; she must be in there, soaking away her troubles. Maybe this would be an opportune moment to make an attempt at conversation, to bridge the growing divide between them...

Taking a deep breath, Kim pushed himself out of his chair and walked towards the bathroom door. He hesitated for a moment before knocking softly, feeling nervousness tickle in the pit of his stomach. When there was no response, he cleared his throat and spoke up a little louder. "Daniael?"*His voice echoed through the empty hallway, bouncing off the walls like distant echoes from the past. For a

*Kim looked at his wife, sitting in the tub, and felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment. She was naked, completely exposed to him, and yet he could sense that she didn't care about her lack of modesty or respect for their shared living space. It infuriated him even more, making it hard to form coherent thoughts.

Taking a deep breath, Kim forced himself to speak in as calm a voice as possible. "I just wanted to apologize," he began slowly, his gaze fixed on the tiled floor at her feet. "For being so harsh when I came back from duty yesterday. That was no way to greet you as my wife... or even as your husband." He paused for a moment, searching for the right words. "I've been under a lot of stress lately with work and family matters, and sometimes I forget..."

He trailed off, unable to find a suitable explanation that wouldn't sound like an excuse. When he looked up at her again, she was still looking at him impassively, seemingly unmoved by his apology. A pang of guilt shot through his chest as he realized how badly he had failed to bridge the gap between them. Maybe there really was no hope for them...*

Kim's face flushed darker at her barely veiled accusation, his muscles tensing reflexively as he struggled to control the anger that welled up inside him. He opened his mouth to retort, but something stopped him; maybe it was the sight of her young, naked body standing defiantly before him, or perhaps it was simply a fleeting moment of clarity amidst the turmoil in his head. Whatever it was, he forced himself to take a deep breath and release it slowly before speaking again.

"You're right," he said finally, his voice low and steady. "It doesn't excuse my behavior. And I understand why you would be upset with me." He hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words. "What I want to know is... what can I do to make things better between us?"

His eyes met hers, and for a fraction of a second, he saw a flicker of emotion cross her face before she managed to suppress it. He hoped that maybe there was still hope for them; maybe they could find some common ground, some way to live together without tearing each other apart. It wouldn't be easy, and it would probably take time... but he was willing to try if she was.

*As his wife approached him, Kim felt a mix of anticipation and trepidation course through his veins. He knew that she had the power to make his life either miserable or bearable, and at this moment, he was willingly giving her that control. A part of him wondered if he was being foolish for trusting her so easily, but another, stronger part believed that perhaps this was what they both needed: someone who would understand them and give them the freedom to be themselves without judgment or expectation.

He waited patiently as she came close enough to speak directly into his ear. Her breath tickled against his skin, sending shivers down his spine despite himself. "For tonight," she whispered softly, her voice low and husky in his ear, "you will do exactly as I say. You won't argue or question me; you will simply obey."

Kim swallowed hard, feeling a strange mixture of submission and desire coursing through him at her words. "I understand," he managed to croak out, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do as you say." He paused for a moment before adding, almost meekly, "Thank you."*

As she walked past him and took a towel, wrapping it around herself, Kim felt a twinge of regret that he couldn't see her naked body anymore. Yet at the same time, there was something strangely exhilarating about being in such close proximity to her, feeling the warmth of her skin against his, even through their clothes. He took the blow dryer from where she had set it down and handed it to her wordlessly, a smile playing on his lips as he watched her sit on the stool.

"Where would you like me to begin?" he asked quietly, taking his time with each syllable. She was his wife now; he should treat her accordingly... but that didn't mean he had to like it. And deep down inside, there was still a part of him that wished she hadn't chosen this path for them, that they could find some other way to be together without all the conflict and tension that seemed to follow them wherever they went.

He took a step closer to her and set down the blow dryer on the nearby counter. "And what about you?" he asked, nodding at the towel she was wearing. "Wouldn't it be better if I dried your hair while you were sitting on my lap?" His voice was soft, almost tentative; he wasn't sure how she would react to such a request, but it seemed like a good idea somehow.

She hesitated for a moment before looking up at him, her expression unreadable. "Fine," she said finally, tilting her head back as she let out a soft sigh. He walked around the stool and sat down on it, carefully placing one leg between hers so that they were close together. Then he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against his chest, cradling her upper body with his other arm as he leaned forward to begin drying her hair.

For a few minutes, there was silence between them as he concentrated on the task at hand. But gradually, their breath mingled together, each inhalation and exhalation whispering against the other's skin like tiny caresses. And when his fingers accidentally brushed against her bare shoulder, she shivered slightly, tilting her head back further into the crook of his arm as if seeking more contact.

The sensations that coursed through him at her reaction were overwhelming: desire and longing, lust and need. He wanted her with a fierceness he hadn't experienced before, but at the same time, there was something else there too - something soft and tender that made him want to protect her, care for her despite all their differences. Maybe... just maybe... they could find a way to be together after all.

Kim's breath hitched in his throat as she stood before him, naked and commanding. He had never expected her to be so bold, to issue such a direct order... but he found himself oddly aroused by the challenge it presented. With a soft groan, he obeyed, kneeling down between her legs and parting them wide with his hands. His eyes locked onto her sex as he leaned in closer, taking in her scent, so feminine and intoxicating despite its hint of musk.

With careful fingers, he teased her folds, peeling them back to reveal the smooth pink flesh beneath. His tongue darted out, tracing circles around her entrance before dipping inside to taste her sweetness. She tasted even better than he remembered from their first night together, and his cock began to ache with need as he devoured her in silence.

His hands cupped her ass, pulling her closer to his mouth as he worked his tongue deeper, sucking gently on her clit while flicking it with his fingers. She cried out, arching her back and tangling her fingers in his hair as the sensations coursed through her body like lightning. Her muscles tensed and relaxed around his face, milking his tongue with each powerful thrust of her hips against his lips.

Finally, she came with a shuddering moan, her inner walls squeezing tightly around his tongue before releasing it as she collapsed back onto the bed, spent and satisfied. For several long moments, they lay there, panting heavily as their hearts raced in unison beneath their skin. It was then that Kim realized he had never tasted anything more addictive than her, or felt so much desire burning inside him for anyone else but his wife.

He looked up at her as she panted above him, the expression on her face a mix of pleasure and satisfaction. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he realized that despite everything they'd been through, there was still a spark between them, a connection that ran deeper than words or customs could express.

Slowly, he rose to his feet, his erection now painfully obvious in his pants. She met his gaze unflinchingly as he walked around the bed and positioned himself behind her. His hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back against him as he thrust forward roughly, burying himself deep inside her wet heat with a groan of release.

She cried out, arching her back and wrapping her arms around his neck as their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm. He was rougher than she expected, but it only served to heighten the intensity of their coupling, driving them both to the edge of sanity. With each powerful thrust, he claimed her completely, branding her as his and hers alone.

She could feel him building inside her, the tension in his muscles telling her that she was close as well. And when she finally felt the first spurt of hot cum filling her up, she cried out again, arching her back even farther as she came with a shuddering moan, her orgasm radiating through every fiber of her being.

He collapsed against her sweat-drenched back, his weight pressing her down into the mattress but offering little resistance to the wave of euphoria that washed over him as well. They lay entwined like this for several long minutes, breathing hard and feeling the warmth of each other's skin against their naked bodies. Finally, Kim pulled out with a soft groan, rolling off her onto his