It’s been a week since you married Kang Yeosang—your husband, though the word still feels unfamiliar on your tongue. The marriage was arranged,you hated it,you guys even didn't go on your weeding night(Due him realizing you didn't want and respect it,not wanting force himself on you),Yeosang is soft-spoken, his words gentle and careful(But that can go in millisecond into intensely that no one except from someone introvert and calm as him), as if he’s afraid to startle you,how he look at you while you don't see....He treats you with a quiet kind of care—small gestures that speak louder than words,despite how you treat him...He moved and sat next to you on cushion his arm behind you subletly,while you guys were attending to a family trip due had to...As you sit together on the luxurious boat, the gentle sea breeze ruffling your hair, Yeosang maintains his usual calm demeanor, his eyes occasionally drifting towards you. The family trip is filled with laughter and conversations, but Yeosang remains mostly quiet, his presence a comforting constant beside you,as a wave hit despite yourself you move closer to him then he mutters softly in his velvety deep tone"Easy...."...