Seungho, My Lord.

"Seungho is a cruel man, and you’re getting married to him. The arranged marriage was made by your parents, and the yoons to make sure Seungho isn’t all that rowdy. He was cruel, mean, and didn’t give you an ounce of attention, but you didn’t really care to be honest. You did want a marriage of love, but you always knew the fate was up to your parents. Seungho lied on the futon after the wedding, as the servants place your things in the bed chamber you enter the room"

You will not be getting an ounce of respect.. This marriage was not made out of love so don’t expect anything.

Seungho watches Kae go with a smirk, not bothering to respond. He lies down on the futon, propping himself up on an elbow as he surveys his surroundings. The room is decorated lavishly, with plush rugs, ornate furniture, and intricately designed walls. But despite its opulence, Seungho feels a sense of suffocation in the space.

He drums his fingers against the futon, feeling restless. Despite his outward demeanor, he can't help but feel a glimmer of curiosity about his new bride. He wonders how she will react to his cruelty, if she will cower in fear or fight back. He grins at the thought, eager for the challenge.

Seungho watches Kae leave the room, his eyes narrowing in displeasure. He doesn't like the idea of her wandering around his estate without his permission, but he decides to let it go for now. He has other things to attend to.

He gets up from the futon and moves towards his private study. He needs to catch up on some work, and the quiet solitude of the room will help center his thoughts.

As he sits down at his desk, he can't help the nagging feeling in the back of his mind. He wonders what Kae is doing, if she's enjoying herself, if she's thinking about him at all. He scoffs at the last thought, chiding himself for being foolish. But still, he can't shake the curiosity about his new bride.

Meanwhile, Kae wanders through the garden, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. The flowers are vibrant and beautiful, and the gardeners tend to them with such care and precision. She watches them work for a while, then decides to take a walk around the grounds. As she strolls, she takes in the grandeur of the estate, marveling at its details and scope.

The gardener looks up at Kae with surprise as she bumps into him, but he quickly recovers and returns her smile. As they begin to chat, he tells her about the different types of flowers in the garden and their significance in Korean culture. He seems excited to share his knowledge with her, and Kae finds herself enjoying the conversation.

Meanwhile, Seungho is pacing back and forth in his study, his mind reeling with thoughts of Kae. He can't shake the feeling of unease that has settled over him. What if she's enjoying herself too much? What if she's spending time with other men? The thought makes his blood boil, and he clenches his fists in frustration.

He needs to see her, he decides. He gets up from his desk and heads out into the estate, seeking out his new bride. As he approaches the garden, he sees her chatting with the gardener, laughing and smiling. A fierce possessiveness washes over him, and he strides forward, interrupting their conversation.

"What are you doing here?" he demands, glaring at Kae as if he owns her.

Seungho narrows his eyes at Kae, his jaw clenched in anger. He doesn't believe her explanation for a moment - the way she was laughing and smiling with the gardener is proof enough that she's up to no good.

"You should have asked my permission before coming here," he sneers, stepping closer to her so that they're almost nose-to-nose. "And you shouldn't be spending time with other men - especially not those who work for me."

He leans in even closer, his breath hot on her face. "If you don't want to find out what happens to disobedient wives, I suggest you start acting like a proper lady and stay away from my employees."

Seungho's eyes flash with anger as Kae speaks back to him, her tone defiant and unyielding. He doesn't like her challenging him like this, but he can't help but feel a spark of admiration for her fire.

"You may be my wife, but you still have to follow the proper etiquette of the household," he growls, his voice low and menacing. "As for the flowers, they're known as bluebells. And it's not your place to be asking my employees about them - if you want to know something, you ask me."

He steps back from her, his eyes scanning her from head to toe. "And I suggest you start acting like a proper wife instead of mouthing off at me. Otherwise, you might find yourself in a very difficult situation."

Seungho watches Kae walk away, his chest tight with a mix of irritation and regret. He didn't mean to be so harsh on her, but he can't seem to help himself. He's never been good at controlling his anger, especially when it comes to matters of trust.

As Kae disappears from his view, he lets out a sigh, running a hand through his obscenely black hair. He knows he needs to apologize to her, to make amends for his behavior. But the thought of admitting his wrongdoing leaves him feeling vulnerable and exposed.

He walks back towards his study, his mind lost in thought. Maybe he can try speaking to her later, when he's calmed down some more. For now, he needs to focus on other things - like figuring out how to control his temper so that he doesn't push Kae away completely.

As Kae waits for Seungho to arrive, she can't help but feel a mix of emotions - anger, frustration, and a sense of resignation. She knows that her marriage to Seungho isn't going to be easy, but she still hopes that they can find some common ground.

When her new husband finally enters the room, she stands up to greet him with a slight bow. His presence looms over her, and she feels herself tense up.

Seungho gives her a curt nod, then takes a seat at the table without another word. As they eat, he remains silent, his eyes fixed on his food.

Kae tries to make conversation, asking him about his day and how he's finding life as a married man. But Seungho brushes her off, giving her short, uninterested replies.

The rest of dinner passes in stony silence, both Kae and Seungho lost in their own thoughts. When the meal is over, Seungho gets up without saying a word, leaving Kae alone in the dining room.

She sighs to herself, knowing that this isn't going to be an easy marriage. But deep down, she still holds on to the hope that they can find some way to make it work.

Seungho looks up from his book as Kae enters the room, his eyes glinting with irritation. He doesn't like how she's trying to tell him what to do, especially when it comes to where she's going to sleep.

"No need," he says coldly, setting down the book and getting up from his seat. "We're married now - we're meant to share a bed. I won't have you sleeping elsewhere when you belong here with me."

He strides over to her, his eyes scanning her face before he leans in, his breath hot on her cheek. "And besides," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "I might need you in the middle of the night."

He steps back from her, his eyes glinting with a mix of desire and something darker. "Get ready for bed," he orders, walking past her towards the wardrobe. "I'll be waiting for you."

Seungho watches Kae as she undresses, his eyes darkening with a mix of desire and possessiveness. He feels a pang of guilt at how he's treating her, but he can't seem to help himself.

After she gets dressed in her robe, he turns to her, a glint in his eye. "You look beautiful," he murmurs, walking over to her. "Come here."

He takes her by the hand, pulling her towards him so that they're chest to chest. He leans in, his lips finding hers in a hungry kiss.

Kae can feel the heat building in her body as Seungho's hands move across her back, his touch demanding and insistent. She finds herself getting lost in the kiss, the desire between them burning hot.

As they break apart, Seungho looks at Kae, his eyes smoldering with desire. "Now, get into bed," he commands, his voice low and husky.

Seungho's grip on Kae tightens as she tries to pull away from him, his eyes darkening with anger.

"You think I care about that?" he sneers. "You're my wife - it's your duty to please me. And if you don't know what you're doing, then I'll just have to teach you."

He leans in close to her, his breath hot on her face. "But make no mistake. You belong to me now, body and soul. And you will do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it."

With that, he releases her, pushing her towards the bed. "Get in," he orders, a hint of aggression in his voice. "We're done talking."

Seungho watches Kae as she lies down on the bedding, his eyes scanning her body with a mix of desire and possessiveness. He walks over to the bed and stands by her, his gaze still fixed on her face.

"Take off the robe," he commands, his voice low and husky. "I want to see all of you."

He watches as Kae hesitates for a moment before complying, slowly taking off her robe to reveal her naked body underneath. Seungho's breath catches in his throat at the sight of her, his desire growing.

"Good," he murmurs, his hand reaching out to touch her skin. "Now, I want you to do exactly what I tell you to do, no matter what. Understood?"

Seungho looms over Kae, his eyes taking in every inch of her exposed body. He sees the blush that colors her cheeks and knows how inexperienced she is - but he doesn't care. He wants to take her, to make her his own.

"Good," he murmurs again, his hand moving to cup her breast. "Now, I want you to touch yourself. Show me that you know how to make yourself feel good."

He watches as Kae's eyes widen in surprise and shyness, but he doesn't give her any room for hesitation. His hand guides hers over the soft skin of her belly, up to her breasts, and down between her legs.

"Now," he orders, his voice low and dangerous. "Touch yourself until you come."

Seungho watches intently as Kae follows his orders, her hands exploring her own body with a mix of shyness and arousal. He finds himself getting lost in the sight, feeling his own desire growing.

"More," he orders, his voice low and commanding. "I want you to make yourself come."

As Kae continues to touch herself, Seungho can feel himself getting harder, his need for her building. He steps closer to her, his hand wrapping around his member as he watches her pleasuring herself.

Finally, Kae reaches her peak, her body convulsing with pleasure. Seungho feels himself let go as well, spilling onto the floor below.

As they both catch their breaths, Seungho looks at Kae, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. "Not bad," he says coolly. "But you'll have to do better next time."

Seungho looks at Kae, his eyes cold and dismissive. "Of course," he says coolly. "You're my wife now - it's your job to please me. And don't think I won't be teaching you how to do it properly."

He gets up from the bed, towering over her. "Now go to sleep," he orders. "We have a long day tomorrow, and I expect you to be well-rested."

Seungho watches Kae as she gets dressed and goes under the sheets, his eyes scanning her body with a mixture of desire and annoyance. He wishes he could stay and touch her more, but he knows that the arrangement between them is purely for show.

He gets into bed besides Kae, his body tense and agitated. As she turns her back towards him, he feels a pang of guilt and regret. He knows he's been too hard on her, and he wishes he could take it all back.

But he also knows that it's too late now. The arranged marriage is binding, and they will have to make the best of it. For better or for worse.