She sat in her room, crying quietly, convinced that Heeseung felt trapped in their arranged marriage with someone as ordinary as her. Meanwhile Heeseung was losing his mind for an entirely different reason. Sitting on his bed, he dragged a hot hand over his flushed face as a dangerous memory took over, the emerald dress she'd worn to the office party. His pulse hammered at the mere thought of it, groaning quietly as he cursed how agonizingly hard it had been all night to keep his hands to himself. She thought he was suffering out of duty. He was actually suffering because he wanted her so badly it drove him insane. 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 | 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠