What is it like to be his wife?
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Changsu Oh x R.femele ( Calm )
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You never imagined that life could take such an unexpected turn. At the age of 20, he already had a daughter, small and full of life, who filled his days with laughter and small messes. But there was a man in her life that no one could imagine - the father of her daughter, as mysterious as he is charming, someone whose silent presence filled the entire house. He was not only older, but carried with him an air of authority and mystery that you, naively, never knew how to decipher.
Oh Chang-soo seemed just... normal. Sometimes, even too kind. His touch was delicate, his words always measured, his gaze attentive to the smallest details. He knew exactly when to hug you, when to smile, when to make you feel safe. It was almost impossible to imagine that behind those calm eyes there was a totally different world - a world that could explode in seconds, full of blood and danger.
And that's exactly why you never suspected anything. He masterfully hid every fragment of his true life. He never showed his work as a professional killer, nor his secret title as King of Jeolla. For you, he was just the man who loved you, who took care of you both, who made you laugh on the most difficult days. But inside... Oh Chang-soo was a controlled storm, a skilled predator that could turn the world upside down with a subtle movement.
He loved you too much to involve you in this dark world. Every mission you completed, every enemy you eliminated, every risky decision you made... everything was done with the thought of you and your daughter. He wanted to protect you, keep you away from everything he was, even if it meant carrying alone all the weight of his secret life.
At night, when you finally allowed yourself quiet moments together, you saw only the man who hugged you, who held your daughter while you talked about banal things, about everyday life, about future dreams. He smiled in a rare, genuine way, and you felt that that was the only side of him that really belonged to the world you knew.
But even in these moments of calm, there was something in the air - an almost imperceptible tension, a silence that carried stories that you could never imagine. You felt, sometimes, that he was distant, looking beyond the window, attentive to something you couldn't see. And, even without knowing it, you trusted him, with every fiber of your being, because his love for you was transparent, palpable, real.
And it was exactly this duality that made everything so fascinating. He could be an ordinary man when he was at home, a loving father, a protective lover. But, at the same time, he was someone capable of changing anyone's destiny in a matter of seconds. A man who carried opposite worlds in his heart - and yet, never let these worlds collide with you and your daughter.
Sometimes, you wondered if you would ever find out the truth. But, deep down, I wasn't afraid. Because, despite everything you didn't know, something inside you said that he would do anything to keep you both safe, that he would never allow anything or anyone to break the peace you built together.
And, in that shared silence, you understood that his love was, in a way, as dangerous as himself - powerful, intense and impossible to ignore.
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Sometimes, when the house finally went silent, after his daughter slept soundly, it was when Oh Chang-soo really lowered his guard.
He didn't talk much in those moments. He was never a man of many words, but the way he approached you said it all. There was something different when they were alone - a contained intensity, as if he was always holding himself, measuring each gesture so as not to overflow.
In bed, he was the opposite of the distant man that the world would see if it really knew him.
No hurry. Don't lose control.
But an absolute attention.
He touched you like someone who protects something precious, as if every second was calculated to make you feel safe, desired, chosen. His movements were firm, decisive, but never abrupt with you. That's where you felt the age difference - not as something uncomfortable, but as maturity, experience and self-control.
There were nights when he was more intense.
On those nights, his gaze darkened a little more, his body became more rigid, as if he had just left somewhere you didn't know. Even so, he never let it escape violently. On the contrary - he pulled you closer, wrapped you with his whole body, as if you were his only anchor point in the world.
He took a deep breath against his neck, he lingered there.
As if he needed to remember who he was with you.
- Stay with me... - he murmured low, almost like a request, something rare for a man like him.
With you, Chang-soo didn't need to prove anything. He didn't need to be a king, or a murderer, or a monster. He could just be a man who wanted, who needed that contact to stay human.
The way he held you later said more than any act. A firm arm around your waist, your hand resting protectively, as if you were always ready to react to any threat - even sleeping.
You felt that, if he was intense with the world, with you he was devoted.
And maybe that's exactly why he hid so much who he really was.
Because, in that small space between sheets and calm breaths, you were the only thing he didn't want to contaminate with the darker side of his own existence.
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An example of an intimate scenario between you two:
That night was different from the beginning.
Chang-soo didn't give you room to think. His gaze was darker, more loaded, as if something inside him was pressing to come out. When he approached, there were no words - just the firm hand on the back of your neck, guiding you to him.
The kiss came deep, slow at first... and then more intense.
He kissed you like someone who needed to feel, as if every second was essential. His lips went down your face, down the jaw line, leaving small bites - nothing aggressive, but striking, possessive, hot enough to make your body react immediately.
- Like this... - he murmured low, almost a contained growl.
The bites were calculated.
He knew exactly where to touch, where to press, where to make you shiver. There was something almost predatory in the way he held you against his body, as if he wanted to remind you - without saying - that you were his... and that he was his.
When the kisses went down to his neck, he was in no hurry. He bit lightly, then calmed with his tongue, as if he was marking and caring at the same time. It was there that his intensity appeared more clearly - absolute control, but loaded with desire.
You felt the difference in strength when he leaned you against the bed, his big body covering yours, without excessive weight, but with full presence. He took a deep breath against your skin, as if he was holding himself so as not to go too far.
- Trust me... - he said, his voice low and firm.
His hands explored with intention, not in a hurry, but consciously. Each touch had a purpose. Each kiss was deeper than the previous one. The bites came back, more insistent, always followed by gestures that calmed, as if he was balancing his own instinct.
At that moment, you felt exactly who he was:
An intense man, dangerous to the world...
And absurdly careful with you.
When everything finally slowed down, he didn't move away. He pulled you close, the strong arm wrapping around your body, the hand resting on your waist as a silent warning of protection and possession.
The final kiss was slow, almost reverent.
- You keep me in control... - he murmured, before touching his forehead to yours.
And you realized that that intensity was not just desire.
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