(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 Clarissa responded, anger flared up inside him. How dare she question his authority in his own home! He turned around sharply to face her and took a step forward, looming over her as he spoke in a low but menacing voice. "Listen well, woman! This is my house now, and you will obey me. I don't care what you think about my tone or views, they are how things work here!"

He paused for a moment, breathing heavily, then continued with renewed venom, pointing at her as he spoke. "And yes, this is my wife's house too, but that doesn't mean you can ignore everything I say. As for your friends, they can come over if I allow it, and only then! But remember this: go against me and disrespect me in any way, and there will be consequences."

He took another step closer to her, his eyes boring into hers as he growled out the last words. "Do we understand each other?"

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. He knew who she was related to and he knew the influence her father had in the military. He couldn't allow himself to be threatened like that. His face darkened with anger as he took another step closer, towering over her now. "You think you can just talk to me this way?" he growled, his voice filled with barely controlled rage. "I am not some lowly soldier who would shake in fear at the mention of your father!"

He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath as he tried to calm himself down. "But," he continued in a more level tone, although it was still clear that anger simmered beneath the surface, "let me make something very clear: you will respect my authority here, whether you like it or not. I am your husband now, and this is how things are going to be."

He stepped back slightly, giving her some distance but still maintaining an intimidating presence. His eyes never left hers as he waited for a response, his jaw tight with determination and his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Do you understand that?"

At her defiance and disrespect, anger coursed through Kim's veins like fire. The urge to lay his hands on her, to teach her a lesson about who was in charge here, was nearly irresistible. But he forced himself to remain calm, to keep his emotions in check. He took another step back from her, folding his arms across his chest as he glared down at her with cold eyes. The expression on his face was both furious and contemptuous, but there was something else there too: determination. He wouldn't let her win this battle of wills.

"I am your husband now, Clarissa," he spat out her name like a curse. "That means I have certain rights and expectations when it comes to our relationship. Disobeying me or talking back to me will not be tolerated. You might be used to getting away with such behavior in the past, but that ends now."

"As for your father," he added coldly, "his influence goes only so far. He may have helped arrange this marriage, but it was my decision to accept you as my wife. And while I won't tolerate threats or attempts at undermining my authority, I am willing to show you the respect that is due to your position. But," he said, pausing for emphasis, "that respect must be earned."

"So, Clarissa. Do you understand now?" There was a challenge in his voice, daring her to contradict him again. But he didn't expect her to back down without a fight. He could see it in her eyes: she was just as stubborn and determined as he was. This wasn't going to be easy.

Kim's eyes widened in shock and disbelief at her words. He had never expected that she would know the truth about how their marriage came to be. It was one thing for her to defy his authority, but quite another to mock him so openly about something so personal. His face flushed with anger, and he took a step towards her, jaw tight with restrained fury. The muscles in his arms tensed as he clenched his fists at his sides, the veins standing out prominently against his dark skin.

"You little..." he started to say before forcing himself to stop and take another deep breath. He couldn't let her see how much her words hurt him. Instead, he forced a humorless chuckle through clenched teeth. "I see that you have quite the sharp tongue on you," he said with barely concealed sarcasm. "But just remember, while insults might make you feel better in the moment, they won't change anything."

Kim paused, considering his next words carefully. "And as for my mother arranging this marriage... yes, she did have a hand in it," he admitted grudgingly. "But that doesn't mean I didn't want it. You think I'd be happy with the idea of marrying someone I barely knew? Someone who dresses like... like some cheap whore?"

He took another step closer to her, their bodies only inches apart now. His gaze was intent on hers as he leaned in, speaking slowly and deliberately. "The truth is, Clarissa, that we are bound together by this marriage whether we want it or not. And whether you choose to accept that fact or continue this ridiculous fight... well, only time will tell."

The insults struck him hard, and for a moment his control slipped. Rage flared in his eyes as he leaned even closer to her, their faces mere inches apart. "You little bitch," he spat out through gritted teeth. "I'll show you what I think of your so-called 'hotness,' and how much better off the President's son could have been with you."

He took a step back, shaking his head as he regained some semblance of composure. His voice was still tight with anger when he spoke again. "You forget your place, woman. I am the one who decides what clothes are appropriate for you to wear... and just because you think you can insult me doesn't mean you can ignore my orders."

With that, Kim turned on his heel and stalked out of the room, leaving Clarissa standing there seething with anger. "I'll show her who's in charge," she muttered to herself as she stormed off to their bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

When he got off the phone with his father and found out about the suspension, Kim was livid. His fists clenched at his sides as he paced the floor of their bedroom, growling under his breath. How dare she go behind his back like that! He thought angrily. It didn't matter if her father held power in the military; he was still the head of this household now.

Kim stormed out of their room and into the living area, looking for Clarissa. "You did this, didn't you?" he snarled as soon as he saw her. "You went behind my back to your father..." He trailed off, his voice trembling with barely contained rage.

Clarissa merely raised an eyebrow at him in response, refusing to back down or show any remorse. This only served to further enrage Kim. "Fine," he spat out through gritted teeth. "You want to play games? We'll see how well you handle it when I take things into my own hands."

With that, he turned on his heel and stalked back out of the living room, heading for their room again. Once inside, he quickly changed clothes, donning something more casual than his usual military attire before picking up a suitcase and beginning to pack his belongings. He'd show her what it meant to defy him... he'd leave and live at the barracks until she was ready to apologize.

As he worked, his mind whirled with plans and counter-attacks. This wasn't over by a long shot; it had only just begun.

As he finished packing and slung his suitcase over his shoulder, Kim paused at the doorway to their bedroom. He took a deep breath, steadying himself as he prepared to make one final statement before leaving her alone in the apartment for however long it would take for her to come crawling back to him.

"Just remember this, Clarissa," he said coldly, his voice sharp with warning. "I may be gone for now, but I will always be your husband. And when I return... things had better be different around here." With that final threat hanging in the air, he turned and left, leaving their apartment behind as he walked out into the hallway and towards the elevator, his spine ramrod straight and his jaw clenched tightly.

The trip to the barracks was a short one, but it felt like an eternity for Kim. Every moment spent in transit was another opportunity for him to second-guess himself, to wonder if maybe he should have handled things differently. But as soon as he stepped off the elevator and into his old stomping grounds, he forced those thoughts from his mind; there would be plenty of time for reflection later.

For now, it was important that he remain strong and focused on the task at hand: showing Clarissa who was truly in charge. He had no doubt that she would come crawling back eventually; the question was how long would it take her to admit that she needed him as much as he needed her? And more importantly, would they both survive the journey from adversaries to allies intact?

As Kim settled into his old quarters at the barracks, he couldn't help but wonder about the future. It was clear that things were not going to be easy between him and Clarissa anytime soon. But then again, when had anything worth having ever

As the day wore on, Kim found himself pacing the barracks with increasing impatience. It had been hours since he'd left Clarissa alone in their apartment and there had been no word from her. He knew she wouldn't come crawling back to him until she thought she'd made some sort of point, so he resigned himself to waiting it out.

His mind kept returning to the image of her with his friend, her hand in his... and he couldn't help but feel a stab of jealousy mixed in with his anger. It didn't matter that they were just playing games or trying to make him angry; the thought of another man touching what was now technically his was enough to drive him mad.

Finally, as evening began to fall over the city, Kim decided he'd had enough. He couldn't sit idly by while she tried to make a fool out of him any longer. With renewed determination, he called up one of his old military contacts and arranged for them to pick him up at the barracks within the hour.

As he waited impatiently for his ride, Kim's thoughts drifted back to Clarissa again. He knew that this was only the beginning; there would be more challenges ahead as they tried to find their way together. But despite all of her insults and defiance, a small part of him couldn't help but hope that maybe... just maybe... they could work things out after all.

Kim arrived home to find the door unlocked and the lights turned down low. He took a deep breath as he stepped inside, trying to calm the racing thoughts in his mind. As he made his way through the kitchen and into the living room, however, his anger rose anew at the sight of them together on the couch. His hand instinctively curled into a fist as he marched over to confront them.

"What do you think you're doing?" he growled, pointing an accusatory finger at his friend and then back at Clarissa. "Don't try to play games with me!" He took another step closer, the air crackling with barely contained fury. His gaze darted between them as his heart raced, unable to believe that she would stoop so low as to use one of his friends against him like this.

Clarissa looked up at him coolly, her expression unreadable. "Hello, Kim," she said simply, her voice devoid of any emotion whatsoever. Her posture was casual, and she didn't seem the least bit intimidated by his anger. Instead, it only served to fuel his rage further.

Kim turned back to his friend with narrowed eyes. "You should have known better than to get involved in this," he spat out, not caring that it was his best friend sitting there. "I trusted you." His gaze flickered over to Clarissa again before returning to his friend.

"Get out," he said through gritted teeth. "You're no longer welcome here." As if the statement were some sort of challenge, Clarissa raised an eyebrow at him, her expression unchanged. But even as Kim hoped for some sign of submission or regret, neither came. Instead, she merely shrugged indiffer

Kim's fists clenched at his sides as he glared at her, struggling to control the urge to lash out. Her insolence was infuriating, and each word that came out of her mouth only served to fuel the flames of his anger. He took another deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm despite the blood pounding in his ears.

"You don't understand," he said through gritted teeth. "I am your husband now, and this kind of behavior is unacceptable." He paused for a moment, collecting himself before continuing more forcefully. "From now on, you will do as I say, when I say it. There won't be any more secrets or deceptions between us. Do you understand?"

Clarissa looked up at him coolly, her expression unreadable once again. "I'm not the one being deceitful here," she said carefully. "You're the one who lied about your intentions with my father." Her tone was even, but there was an undertone of challenge in her words that he couldn't help but notice.

Kim felt his temper rising again at her accusation, but this time he didn't let it get the better of him. Instead, he took a step closer to her, their bodies only inches apart now. His voice was low and dangerously calm when he spoke. "I may have lied about that," he admitted slowly, "but I am your husband now. And as such, you are mine to command."

Clarissa's eyes widened slightly at his words, but she didn't back down. Instead, she met his gaze defiantly, refusing to be intimidated by the power and authority that radiated from him in waves. "And what if I don't want to

Kim stared at her incredulously. Her audacity was astonishing; he couldn't believe she was actually daring to stand up to him like this after all that had happened. He took a step back, his mind racing as he struggled to come up with an appropriate response. Part of him wanted nothing more than to punish her for her defiance, but another part recognized the need to tread carefully.

"You really have no idea what you're dealing with here," he finally said, his voice low and measured. "I am not someone you can simply ignore or disobey without consequence." He took another step closer, their bodies nearly touching now. His eyes bore into hers unflinchingly, and despite her brave front, he could see the fear lurking just beneath the surface.

"You may think that you're in control right now," he continued, "but trust me when I say that I have ways of making sure you learn your place... permanently." His words sent a shiver down Clarissa's spine as she felt his unspoken threat reverberating through her.

There was a long silence as they faced off against each other, the tension between them nearly tangible. It seemed as though time itself had paused, waiting to see which of them would blink first. Finally, Kim took another step back, breaking their connection. He turned away from her, needing some space to regain his composure, and made his way over to the kitchen counter.

"Think about what I've said," he said without looking at her. "Because if you continue down this path... there will be no turning back." His words were like a knife slicing through the air between them; they hung heavy and ominous, as if daring her to defy him once more.

Clarissa remained

As she reaches across the counter and gently turns his head toward hers, Kim feels a wave of heat wash over him. The soft touch of her fingers sends a jolt straight to his groin, threatening to undo all the control he'd managed to regain earlier. His breath catches in his throat as their eyes meet once more, and for a fleeting moment, he wonders if she truly means what she's saying.

"Is that so?" he asks, his voice rough with desire. "And just how do you plan on doing that?" He leans in closer, the heat from her body enveloping him like a blanket as their lips hover mere inches apart.

His heart is racing now, pounding against his chest as he stares into her eyes, waiting for an answer. The tension between them has never been greater; with each passing second, it seems as though they are teetering on the brink of something monumental... something that will irrevocably change their relationship forever.

In response to his question, she smiles sweetly, her breath fanning across his lips. "Oh," she says coyly, "I think I have just the plan." And with those words, she closes the distance between them and presses her soft, warm lips against his.

For a moment, he's too stunned to react; her kiss is so unexpected, so unexpectedly perfect that it steals what little breath he has left. Then, slowly but surely, he begins to reciprocate, his hands moving up to cup her face as their tongues dance together in a delicate duet of passion and desire.

The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent as they cling to each other like starving lovers finally reunited. It feels like an eternity since they've been able to

Kim narrows his eyes at her words, suddenly feeling somewhat disoriented. One moment she's defiant and insolent, the next she's offering herself up in such a way that it nearly undoes him. He takes a deep breath, trying to regain control over his thoughts and emotions.

"And what makes you think you can 'reward' me?" he asks finally, his voice rough with desire. "You seem to forget your place here." His words are laced with challenge, but there's also an undeniable note of curiosity in them. He wants to know just how far she'll go with this... and if she truly means what she says.

She smiles at his question, running her fingers through his hair before reaching up to cup his cheek. "Oh," she drawls, leaning in until their lips are barely an inch apart, "I have my ways." With that, she kisses him again, slowly and tenderly this time, her tongue teasing at the seam of his lips until he parts them eagerly.

Their kiss deepens as they find a rhythm together, their bodies pressed so tightly against each other that it's almost impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins. Kim's hands roam over her back, cupping her ass through the thin fabric of her dress before reaching up to undo the buttons at her neck, revealing more of her smooth, warm skin to his hungry touch.

Clarissa moans softly into his mouth as he explores her body with a possessiveness that surprises even her. It feels so good to have him want her like this... and she decides right then and there that if this is what it takes to make him hers, she's more than willing to play along.

With a gentle nip to

Kim groans in frustration as Clarissa pulls away again. Damn her! Why does she have to make this so difficult? But deep down, he knows that he deserves it; she's right and he was being an ass. Taking a deep breath, he forces the words out through clenched teeth: "I'm sorry for being such an asshole, Clarissa." He pauses, debating whether or not to add anything else but decides against it. Better to keep things simple and focused on what she wants right now.

Her eyes narrow slightly at his apology, her expression unreadable. "That's better," she says quietly. "But you should know that just saying sorry isn't enough." She leans in closer, her breath caressing his skin as she whispers: "You need to prove it to me."

Kim swallows hard as he feels a mix of anticipation and trepidation course through him. What exactly does she expect him to do? Before he can ask, she answers by lifting one hand to cup his cheek once more, guiding his face toward hers. Their lips meet in a tender, almost apologetic kiss that sets off sparks of desire deep within him.

As they continue to kiss, her hand moves from his cheek down to his chest, tracing lazy circles around his nipple through the fabric of his shirt. He groans into her mouth at the contact, arching his back slightly as a jolt of pleasure shoots through him. Clarissa seems to take this as encouragement; her touch grows bolder, her fingers digging deeper as she tugs on his nipple roughly.

Kim's breath comes in ragged gasps now, his body responding instinctively to her touch. Her other hand slides down his abd

The tension that had been building up inside him snaps as her hand leaves his stomach, and the sudden loss of contact makes him moan in protest. He watches helplessly as she walks away, feeling a mix of frustration, desire, and anger coursing through him. His cock is rock hard beneath his clothes, straining against his underwear with each ragged breath he takes.

A part of him wants to chase after her, to force her back into this intimate dance they've been engaged in for the past few minutes. But another part of him knows that would only make things worse; she holds all the cards right now, and he needs to tread carefully if he wants any hope of regaining control of their relationship.

With a groan of exasperation, Kim turns away from her retreating figure and heads toward their bedroom. His mind replays every detail of their encounter over and over again, trying desperately to make sense of what just happened. It's clear that she still has some power over him, but how much and in what ways remain a mystery.

As he climbs into bed, exhaustion washes over him like a wave. Despite everything that's been going on between them, or perhaps because of it, sleep comes quickly tonight, stealing away his thoughts and leaving him in merciful darkness. But even as he dreams fitfully, a part of him wonders what she'll do next... and if he's ready for whatever she has planned.