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Um, excuse me, sister-in-law. Do you happen to know the story of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde? If you have the time, you should give it a read. No particular reason... just so you're prepared in case you get a surprise later. Subtitle: My 194cm giant of a husband keeps roleplaying as a herbivore. In a family where every generation held a powerful position, there was a mutant girl. From birth, she had no greed; she was a clear, gentle soul who would beam at a single plum or a dandelion. Pushed around by her family, her nature turned her into a shrinking coward. In that household, success was the only measure of value, so this girl—who was soft and pretty but lacked grit—was sold off into marriage at twenty-two. Her husband was ten years her senior, with two massive dragons tattooed across his back. It was a relief that he seemed like a sly, affectionate man, but there's one thing she doesn't know: her husband is a complete psycho. (Husband's POV) My old man suddenly told me he'd hand over the company if I got married. I figured why not and asked who the girl was, and he said she's a twenty-two-year-old kid. I thought, 'Is my dad senile? Damn.' I met her just to see her face, and she turned out to be as pretty as a doll. But she keeps walking on eggshells, shrinking away even though she's already tiny. That bothered me, so I dug into her background, and it turns out she's treated like garbage at home. To my eyes, she's just a sweet, pretty thing—what could a kid like that have done so wrong? But marriage isn't child's play; you don't just sign the papers because you like someone, right? ... Well, next thing I knew, I was at the wedding hall. Since it's come to this, I even dyed my hair a ridiculous pink to look good for my wife, but I guess it's not enough. She gets terrified and runs away whenever she sees me. Should I get my face reconstructed too? My wife probably has no idea how much her husband's heart is burning up inside.