This is the first time I'll want to pay for someone and get rejected, but no matter how he says no, I'll still pay for him—no matter how stubborn he is.

But whenever he's about to lash out, his voice goes a little soft, as if something is calming him… suppressing his anger.

He's just always so angry.

Even the first time we met, it felt like he wanted to strangle me to death. Every omega I've come across in my entire life tries to act soft and sweet, wanting me to notice and admire them… but him?

He's a walking hurricane.

Acting like no one in this world dares to touch him, acting like he can burn down a whole castle with his gaze.

But I know all of this is because he has too many high walls he's built around himself.

And I'm ready to break them down, one after the other—slowly.

With patience.

I told the manager to pack everything we chose and deduct the bill as usual, and with that, we left the mall and entered the car.

The clothes would be brought by my guards.

The ride home was silent in a peaceful way—not the choking silence on our wedding day.

Then I heard it.

"Thank you."

His voice was low, but it didn't slip past my hearing.

"What?" I asked, acting like I didn't hear him.

"I said thank you! Ah! Don't stress me," he said, but not in a harsh voice.

"You don't have to say that. It's nothing. But your thanks is accepted," I said, voice low.

I don't know if it's my imagination, but I noticed he always calms down whenever he perceives my scent…

Even though it's only been two days, I can tell that quite well.

Not sure, though—but if that's the case, I'd be very glad.

Looking at him, I was surprised his eyes were closed and his head was resting back on the headrest.

Is he tired?

Is he sleeping?

But he can't fall asleep that quick.

I left him. I didn't wake him or say anything.

I could smell his scent—mixed with mine—which made him even more relaxed. I want him to continue smelling like this.

He smells so good and calming… I could literally doze off inhaling it.

Ah. Fuck.

A few minutes later…

The car pulled into the estate front entrance like always. Mika was now fast asleep, lips slightly parted, his hair still rough from all the clothes changing—which I'm sure he didn't bother combing this morning due to his anger.

He was messily cute.

His breathing was steady and calm.

And I swear, I could watch him like this all day.

"Mika…" I called gently.

No response.

He's already that deep into sleep?

Should I just carry him?

Moving closer, I gently swiped a few strands of hair falling over his face and tucked them behind his ear.

My fingers lingered there, sliding slowly across his cheek.

He's so soft.

So fair that even a little grip would leave a mark.

I really have to make sure no one touches him—and that he's always under my watch.

My gaze trailed down to his lips.

Pink.

Plump.

Smooth.

And I know how soft they'll feel.

I bit my lip.

No. I must not do that. What will he think of me?

But god damn… I want to suck on them.

I cleared my throat. He still didn't wake up.

I opened my door, walked over to his side, and opened his gently.

My guards stepped back, watching in silence.

Being as careful as ever, I bent and carried him in my arms.

Not gonna lie—I don't want him to wake up.

He doesn't weigh much.

I carried him, walking inside.

His head resting softly on my chest, his scent amazing, eyelashes calm and still.

He's literally a beauty god.

If he wakes up now, he's going to die of embarrassment… and probably slap me out of rage.

I was smiling like a fool at the thought.

The door was opened, and I walked up the stairs—slow and precise.

The maids and guards were dead silent.

When I got to his door, a maid opened it quietly.

I walked in and she closed it with a soft thud.

And his room…

It smells heavenly.

I'm sure I'm going to melt from how good it is.

I knelt one knee on the bed. The mattress dipped softly as I placed him down carefully, pulled up the duvet, and…

Pecked his forehead.

I just fucking did that.

God—

I'm finally going crazy.