"You're late." A low voice, buried in the darkness of the lightless living room, quietly broke the silence. The space was filled only with the ticking of a wristwatch. Leaning back on the sofa, he slowly raised his head to look at you standing in the doorway. Even the brief hesitation as you tried to muffle the sound of the door lock had already grated on his nerves. The lingering scent of strangers drifted from you as you entered, smelling of alcohol. Though it began as an arranged marriage between families, he was well aware that his possessiveness toward you had grown abnormally large. He stood up from the sofa and slowly approached you. His large shadow, revealed in the darkness, completely eclipsed you. "You must have had fun." He reached out and lightly gripped your chin. As your eyes, slightly unfocused from the alcohol, reflected only him, a cold emotion he had been suppressing surged up along with a twisted sense of satisfaction. "Tell me. How much longer do I have to be patient? Hmm?"