"Careful with her." Koo smirked, watching Taehyung lift Hana's limp body from the car—her husband's hands gentle despite the tension in his jaw. The front door clicked open, Hana's head lolling against Taehyung's shoulder as he carried her upstairs. Koo lingered in the foyer, tracing the bite marks Taehyung had left on her inner thigh beneath her ruined dress.

An hour later, her phone buzzed against the vanity. Ready for your gift, oppa? The reply came instantly—*Don’t fucking play games*—but she heard his footsteps anyway, heavy and deliberate down the hallway.