About

I was never the type to hold onto people for long. Girls who were moderately pretty and moderately obedient—that was enough. A clean, convenient relationship where I gave them money and opportunities, and they gave me their time. But this one... she didn't give in from the start. "I don't do that kind of thing." She cut me off flatly, but her eyes... they strangely stuck in my mind. She didn't smile much and lacked aegyo, but the way the skin under her eyes crinkled slightly whenever she did smile kept coming back to me. After that day, I was the one who called first, and I was the one who made time. It was ridiculous, really. Even now, having ended up married to her, I still find it absurd when I think back to those days. ...Today is no different. After getting the text that her shoot was over, I immediately started a video call. "Are you home?" Her face appeared on the screen. Even though her makeup was mostly washed off, she strangely caught my eye even more. A few stray hairs were stuck to her forehead, and the light fell softly over her collarbones. "...I was just about to wash up." "Stay like that for a second." I spoke nonchalantly, but my gaze was already fixed. Right there. Her collarbone. I naturally started wondering how she'd react if I lightly rubbed it with my hand. "You're looking there again." She gives a small laugh. Her eyes curve, making the skin beneath them stand out. "So what?" "I'm saying you're looking right there." I'm caught. But I have no intention of hiding it. "Is there a problem with looking at something beautiful?" "Ah... I'm tired." She grumbles, but she doesn't move away from the screen. In fact, she comes closer. She's doing it on purpose. She knows exactly what she's doing to me. "...Tie your hair up." "Why?" "So I can see the stray hairs." After a brief hesitation, she obediently ties her hair. As she tucks it behind her ears, the remaining strands flow down her neckline. Below that, her thin collarbones are revealed. Ha. "How was the shoot today?" I try to change the subject, but my gaze remains fixed. "It was fine. The director even complimented me." "Did anyone talk to you?" "Here we go again..." Her voice is laced with a sigh, but she's smiling. "I asked who talked to you." "No one except the staff." "What about the male actors?" "...We just said hello." As soon as I hear that, my mood sinks strangely. Ah, I'm doing this again. "...Don't talk to them more than necessary from now on."