(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

*When he heard her answer and saw the new clothing she put on, anger boiled up inside him, and he almost wanted to turn around right there and give her a taste of his fist, but common sense made him restrain himself for now. He went into the kitchen, poured coffee from the pot that had just finished brewing, added sugar and milk to it, then took a sip before beginning to put away the things he brought with him earlier in the evening. When he was sure that everything was in its place, he sat down at the table across from where she should be sitting if she were following his orders, and waited for her to sit down.

"I will not discuss this matter any further, woman." He said between sips of coffee, looking straight ahead without meeting her gaze. "You know what is expected of you. Now, I suggest you find a seat and act like the proper wife of a respectable man."*His voice was calm now, but the threat still lingered beneath the surface, ready to explode if she crossed him again.

Kim slammed his coffee mug on the table, making some of the liquid splash out onto the surface and leaving a small circle of black spots in its wake. His cheeks flushed with anger, and his hands balled into fists at his sides. He leaned forward, his face just inches from hers. The black ring around his sharp eyes stood out like a beacon of fury in the dimly lit room. When he spoke, every syllable was laced with venom.

"Do not ever insult my father like that!" he snarled. "He may have died before his time, but while he lived, no one doubted his honor! And as for your family..." He paused, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down. "...You are free to talk about them however you please."

The general took another sip of coffee from the mug, which had now become cool enough to drink. Setting it aside on the table, he straightened up and looked at her with cold determination. "Let me make myself clear," he said slowly and precisely. "I am not here to discuss your feelings or opinions. You are my wife now. I will provide for you and protect you, but in return, you will obey my orders without question."

He fixed his gaze on her face, waiting for a sign that she understood. She could choose to either defy him and suffer the consequences, or submit and possibly find some semblance of peace in this arranged marriage. The choice was hers. "Do you understand me?" he asked, his voice now calm but still imposing.

Kim's eyes narrowed as he listened to her retort and watched her leave the kitchen. For a moment, there was a look in his eyes that was both cold and calculating, as if he were weighing his options on how best to deal with this situation. He took another sip of coffee before standing up and following her out of the room.

When he found her packing her bags and getting ready to leave, he crossed his arms over his chest and spoke in a low, controlled tone. "Where do you think you're going?"

She glanced up at him from beneath her lashes. "Out."

"You will not leave this house unless I say so," he said firmly. "Your disobedience has gone far enough for one day."

Celeste raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by his command. "Is that a fact?" she challenged.

He took a step closer to her, towering over her small form. "Yes," he replied sternly, his voice low and menacing. "It is most certainly a fact."

Her eyes narrowed in defiance, but before she could say anything else, he held up a hand to silence her. "I will give you one more chance to show me your obedience. If you continue to act like this, I will have no choice but to take measures." His words hung heavily in the air between them, making it clear that he was not bluffing.

Celeste looked away for a moment, considering her options. She knew she could try to leave again, but there was a part of her that didn't want to provoke him further. Reluctantly, she put her bag back down and turned around to face him, crossing her arms over her chest in an almost challenge. "What do you want me to do

*The general watched her as she brushed past him and disappeared into the master bedroom, making it clear that she was ignoring his presence completely. His jaw clenched tightly, but he forced himself to remain calm. This sort of behavior was precisely what he'd expected when he agreed to marry her. It didn't make it any easier to deal with, however. Kim's fingers drummed impatiently on the back of a nearby chair as he waited for her to reappear, hoping that perhaps this time she would show some sort of respect or deference toward him as her husband.

But as the minutes ticked by and still there was no sign of her, Kim's patience began to wear thin. He couldn't help but feel like he was being disrespected and treated like an afterthought in his own home. Finally, unable to take it anymore, he stormed into the master bedroom and found Celeste in the bathroom, preparing a bath for herself. Her back was turned toward him as she poured scented bubbles into the steaming water.

"Celeste," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "Get out of that tub right now." She tensed visibly but didn't say anything, only turning around slowly to face him. Her expression was defiant, her chin lifted in challenge as she met his gaze unflinchingly. The sight only served to inflame Kim's temper further. "I gave you an order," he snapped. "And I expect you to obey it."*

Kim clenched his jaw and resisted the urge to physically force her out of the tub. Instead, he took several deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down before speaking. "You're making a mistake, Celeste," he growled through gritted teeth. "You think that by defying me you can control the situation? You're wrong."

He crossed his arms over his broad chest and took another step closer to her, looming over the tub like a predator about to strike. "I am your husband now," he said, each word punctuated with cold fury, "and I will not be disobeyed." His voice was calm on the surface, but beneath it churned a storm of barely restrained anger.

Celeste looked away from him for a moment before turning her head to meet his gaze again. Her expression was still defiant, but there was uncertainty flickering in the depths of her dark eyes now. Kim sensed his advantage and pressed onward, hoping to break through her resolve. "If you continue to behave this way," he said slowly, emphasizing each word, "there will be consequences."

She lifted an eyebrow, cocking her head slightly as if to challenge him further. It was a dangerous game she was playing, but then again, so was he. Kim took another step closer, his face mere inches from hers now. His breath fanned across her cheek, carrying with it the scent of coffee and stale masculinity. "Do you really want to find out what those consequences are?"

The question hung in the air between them for several long moments. The silence was deafening, made all the more uncomfortable by the sound of their quickened breathing and the rhythmic sloshing of water against porcelain.

The last thing Kim had expected was for Celeste to pull him into the tub. As his body tumbled forward and he landed in the water with a loud splash, shock registered on his features. He stared up at her in disbelief, unable to comprehend how she could be so brazen. His chest heaved as he struggled for air, anger warring with surprise in his gut.

"You dare defy me?" he growled through gritted teeth, pushing himself into a sitting position across from her. "After all I've told you? You are asking for trouble." He reached for the edge of the tub and hoisted himself up onto unsteady feet, water sloshing over the side and onto the floor as he did so.

Celeste didn't flinch or cower beneath his gaze; instead she met it head-on, her dark eyes blazing with determination. "I am not your possession to order around!" she spat. "And I will not obey someone who treats me like trash! You want respect? Then you can earn it." Her words were a challenge, and for a moment Kim was unsure how he would respond.

But before either of them could say anything further, there came a sharp rap on the door. They both turned their heads toward the sound, surprise registering on their faces as they realized that someone must have been waiting outside all along. "Kim?" a familiar voice called through the wood paneling. "Are you okay in there?"

It was his mother's voice. The general and the woman locked eyes for a moment before Kim spoke, his voice low and controlled once more. "I am fine," he said sharply. "But we will discuss this later." With that, he stepped out of the tub and reached for a towel, ignoring Celeste as

"I will speak with her," he growled under his breath before turning toward the door and opening it wide enough to allow his mother to step inside. The general's expression softened slightly as he saw the look of concern on her face. "Mother, I am fine," he said reassuringly, wrapping a thick, warm robe around his bare torso.

His mother narrowed her eyes at the both of them and raised an eyebrow. "I could have sworn I heard shouting coming from this room," she remarked coolly, glancing between Kim and Celeste. "Perhaps you should learn to keep your voices down." She looked pointedly at them before turning her attention back to Kim. "And as for you showing up late for our weekly meeting again, young man..."

The general winced inwardly but remained outwardly stoic, waiting for his mother to finish her tirade so they could discuss the matter further. It was no secret that his mother had high expectations of him, and he knew she would not be happy with how things were going between him and Celeste. But he also knew better than to defy her openly in front of others.

As if sensing his discomfort, Celeste spoke up for the first time since Kim's mother had arrived. "I apologize for making so much noise," she said politely, glancing briefly at Kim's mother before looking away again. "I will be more careful in the future." Her tone was submissive and respectful, but there was still a spark of defiance burning beneath the surface.

Kim's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he shot Celeste a warning glare. But his mother didn't seem to notice, instead smirking knowingly at them both before turning her attention back to Kim. "See that you do

Kim's eyes narrowed as he watched Celeste move about the room, completely unaware that she was practically flaunting her underwear in his face. He forced himself to remain calm, however, knowing that if he lost control now it would only make matters worse between them. Instead, he busied himself with putting on a fresh set of clothes, ignoring her as much as possible while still maintaining the pretense of being a proper husband.

When she finally finished getting dressed and stepped out of the room, Kim allowed himself a small sigh of relief. She may be defiant and difficult to handle at times, but he had come to accept that this was going to be his life now. All he could do was try to make the best of it and hope that she would eventually come around.

The general's jaw clenched as he heard her words, but he forced himself to remain calm. "That will do," he growled through gritted teeth. "Just make sure you dress appropriately when we have guests." His eyes flicked over her body once more, taking in the lacy underwear and barely there robe. It was obvious that she had no intention of making this arrangement easy for him.

"And as for your behavior earlier," he continued, his voice taking on a warning tone, "it will not be tolerated." He crossed his arms over his broad chest and met her gaze steadily, daring her to defy him again. "Do we understand each other?"

The general's face flushed with anger as he heard her mock his earlier behavior and label him as an egotistical control freak. It was clear that she had no intention of obeying him or respecting their arranged marriage. His fists clenched at his sides, desire to take control and assert dominance over her rising within him like a burning ember about to ignite into a blaze.

"You are treading on dangerous ground, Celeste," he growled through gritted teeth, "if you think I will let you get away with this..." His voice trailed off menacingly, the implied threat hanging heavily in the air between them. He paused for a moment, taking several deep breaths in an attempt to regain his composure before continuing. "We need to find some sort of understanding, if we're going to make this work," he said more calmly, though there was still a underlying edge to his voice.

He walked slowly towards her, closing the distance between them until they were standing close enough for him to feel the warmth radiating off her body. Without warning, his hand shot out and wrapped itself around her upper arm, squeezing painfully as he pulled her roughly against his chest. "Do you understand?" he demanded, looking into her eyes with an intensity that made it clear he meant business.

The general's grip on her arm tightened to an almost painful level as he heard her words, but he fought against the urge to react with anger. She was pushing him further and further with each passing moment, but he knew that losing control now would only make matters worse for both of them in the long run. Instead, he forced himself to remain calm and maintain his composure.

"And what exactly do you mean by that?" he asked coldly, his voice barely above a whisper. He released his hold on her arm, stepping back just far enough so they were no longer touching. "Are you threatening me, Celeste? Because if so, you should know that I will not be intimidated by such empty words."

He crossed his arms over his broad chest once more, waiting for her to respond. It was obvious that she didn't understand the gravity of their situation, but he had every intention of making sure she did. Whether it meant forcing her submission through dominance or finding some other way, he would make her see that they were in this together now and neither of them could afford to continue behaving as if they were still alone.

Despite her veiled threat, the general maintained his composure. He had been trained to face down much worse than an irate young woman, after all. "Then perhaps you should be more specific," he said coolly, his voice still level and controlled despite the turmoil churning beneath the surface. "Exactly what do your father's connections have to do with our situation?"

He watched her carefully, trying to gauge whether or not she was bluffing. The expression on her face was difficult to read; it could have been anything from smug superiority to nervous uncertainty. Either way, Kim knew that he couldn't afford to take any chances. His only option now was to try and regain some sort of control over the situation before it spiraled further out of his grasp.

"I don't suppose you'd be willing to share this information with me?" he asked, tilting his head slightly in what he hoped appeared as an innocent inquiry. "It might go a long way toward clearing up any misunderstandings we have."

There was a brief pause before she responded, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. "My father and mother have powerful friends and contacts," she said slowly, choosing her words with care. "They would not be happy if they knew how you are treating me." Her voice was still defiant, but there was an undercurrent of uncertainty running through it now. It was as if she were testing him, seeing how far she could push before he snapped.

The general allowed himself a small smile. Perhaps there was hope for them yet. "And what makes you think that your parents would take your side over mine?" he asked casually, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms once more. "After all, I am their son now as well."

The general felt his temper beginning to flare again as he listened to her smug words. It was true that his parents' motivations hadn't been entirely altruistic, but it didn't change the fact that he was now bound to her by marriage vows whether she liked it or not. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to maintain control over his emotions. There would be time enough for revenge later; for now, he needed to focus on finding a solution that would benefit them both.

"Very well," he said slowly, the anger barely masked beneath his calm demeanor. "If that is how you feel, then I can only assume you have no desire to make this marriage work." His voice dropped to a low, dangerous whisper as he continued, "But I am not one to give up easily, Celeste. You may think you can push me around and get away with it, but I will prove you wrong."

The warning was clear, and the threat implicit. The air between them crackled with tension, and for a moment it seemed as if they might come to blows once more. But instead of responding, she turned her head away from him, looking down at the floor in silence. Her shoulders slumped slightly, her body language betraying a hint of weariness that Kim hadn't expected to see so soon.

Perhaps there was hope for them yet, he thought, feeling a strange mixture of anger and anticipation coursing through him. It would not be easy, but if they could find some common ground and learn to work together... Well, then perhaps this marriage wouldn't be as disastrous as it had seemed at first.

The general's expression darkened as he heard her words, but he remained outwardly calm. "Is that so?" he growled through clenched teeth, taking a step closer to her. He reached up with his free hand and roughly grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back so she was forced to look at him. "You may think you can play games with me, Celeste," he spat venomously, "but I am not some pathetic excuse for a man who would let himself be controlled by his desires."

His grip on her hair tightened, causing her to wince in pain. "Do you understand?" he demanded, his voice cold and hard as steel. "I will not allow you to treat me this way any longer. If we are going to make this marriage work, there must be respect between us." He released her hair roughly, allowing it to fall back around her face.

For a long moment they stood there, gazes locked together, the tension in the air palpable. Then, almost imperceptibly at first, his grip on her upper arm loosened slightly and he took a step back. "Prove me wrong," he whispered hoarsely. "Show me that you can be obedient...and I will show you what respect is truly worth." His eyes flickered down to where their bodies were so close together, and for the briefest of moments desire flickered across his features before being instantly banished by anger.

She looked at him warily, uncertainty written all over her face. He didn't smile; he couldn't afford to let her see any sign of weakness. Instead, he turned away from her and began pacing the room once more, hands clenched into fists at his sides as he tried to control the urge to take her

The general's expression darkened as he heard her words, but he remained outwardly calm. "Is that so?" he growled through clenched teeth, taking a step closer to her. He reached up with his free hand and roughly grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back so she was forced to look at him.

"You may think you can play games with me, Celeste," he spat venomously, "but I am not some pathetic excuse for a man who would let himself be controlled by his desires." His grip on her hair tightened, causing her to wince in pain. "Do you understand?" he demanded, his voice cold and hard as steel. "I will not allow you to treat me this way any longer. If we are going to make this marriage work, there must be respect between us." He released her hair roughly, allowing it to fall back around her face.

For a long moment they stood there, gazes locked together, the tension in the air palpable. Then, almost imperceptibly at first, his grip on her upper arm loosened slightly and he took a step back. "Prove me wrong," he whispered hoarsely. "Show me that you can be obedient...and I will show you what respect is truly worth." His eyes flickered down to where their bodies were so close together, and for the briefest of moments desire flickered across his features before being instantly banished by anger.

She looked at him warily, uncertainty written all over her face. He didn't smile; he couldn't afford to let her see any sign of weakness. Instead, he turned away from her and began pacing the room once more, hands clenched into fists at his sides as he tried to control the urge to take her by

The general's jaw clenched as he heard her insolent words, but once again he forced himself to maintain control. His eyes narrowed and his fists trembled with barely contained rage, but for now he remained silent. He couldn't let her see how much she was getting to him; it would only empower her further. Instead, he continued to pace the room, trying to work through the tension that had been building within him since their arrival at the palace.

As he walked back and forth, his thoughts drifted to all the ways in which Celeste had defied and frustrated him over the past few months. It seemed as if every time he turned around she was finding some new way to push his buttons, testing the limits of their fragile relationship. And while part of him wanted nothing more than to make her submit completely, another part recognized that this would never work; in order for them to have any sort of happy life together, they needed to find some sort of understanding and compromise.

But how? How could he possibly expect her to obey him when she clearly didn't respect or even like him? It was a difficult question with no easy answers. The only thing he knew for certain was that if things continued down this path, their marriage would end in disaster; sooner rather than later. And while the thought of losing Celeste might not necessarily be so bad in theory, he also knew that failing as her husband would reflect poorly on him and his family.

As he wrestled with these conflicting emotions, an idea began to form in the back of his mind. It was dangerous, risky even...but it just might work. He stopped pacing and turned toward the door, opening it and stepping out into the hallway. "Celeste," he called softly, trying to keep the edge from his voice, "I need

The general's jaw clenched as he watched her disobey him yet again, this time by undressing and sitting in front of him in such a provocative manner. It was clear that she had no intention of making things easy for either of them. But despite the anger and frustration welling up inside him, he forced himself to maintain his composure. There would be time enough for punishment later; for now, he needed to try something different.

"Celeste," he said softly, walking over to her and kneeling down beside her on the bed. His voice was calm, almost soothing as he spoke. "I apologize for my earlier behavior. It was uncalled for, and I realize now that I have been pushing you too hard." He paused for a moment, searching her eyes for any sign of understanding or forgiveness before continuing. "I am willing to try a different approach if you are."

His gaze dropped to where she'd parted her legs, revealing her smooth, toned thighs and the sweet V of bare skin between them. He could feel his body responding to the sight, desire surging through him like a living thing. But he forced himself to remain focused on the task at hand: winning Celeste over without resorting to force or dominance.

"What I am suggesting," he continued, his voice low and steady, "is that we find some common ground where both of us can be happy." He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before looking back up at her face once more. "I know you're not happy with this arrangement any more than I am. But instead of fighting against each other, let's try working together to make the best of our situation."

The offer hung in the air between them like a question mark, waiting for her response. Would she accept his offer?

The general swallowed hard as she pushed his head toward her crotch, the heat emanating from that place making it difficult to think straight. But he forced himself to remain calm, taking a deep breath in an attempt to maintain control over the situation. Despite everything, there was still hope for them; if they could find some common ground where they were both content... Perhaps then they could build something more than just a marriage of convenience.

As his lips brushed against her sensitive skin, he began to form a plan in his mind: to please her in every way possible without giving up any of the power or control that came with being her husband. It was an intricate dance, one fraught with danger and peril, but it was also their last chance at happiness together.

With steady hands, he parted her folds, revealing her warm, wet core to his hungry eyes. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, sending shivers down his spine as he prepared to worship at the altar of her body. Slowly, he leaned forward, taking one of her delicate folds into his mouth and sucking gently before moving lower still until he could taste her sweetness on his tongue.

As he began to move back and forth between her legs with expert skill, his other hand cupped her breast, teasing her nipple until it hardened beneath his touch. She moaned above him, arching her back as he brought her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. But still, he refused to give in; instead, he maintained his steady rhythm, focusing all of his attention on pleasing her in every way possible while never once relinquishing control over the situation.

It was a delicate balance, this dance between submission and dominance, and it would take all of his skill and concentration