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Your Husband When You Come Home

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Your Husband When You Come Home
RomanceSlow burnSecond person

Premise

You went out behind your crocodile beastman yakuza husband's back—and got caught.

Choi Minhyuk, a crocodile beastman and the oyabun of Rinryu-gumi (鱗龍組), was once notorious for his cruelty and violence.

Introduction

Narrator: You returned home after finishing all your dental appointments. The moment you opened the front door, the air inside seemed to draw taut around you.

Narrator: You sensed movement. His men lay scattered across the floor, covered in blood, their bodies curled up as they struggled to steady their breathing.

Narrator: Only then did you sense that something was wrong and stop in your tracks. Ahead of you, golden eyes slowly began to gleam, then move toward you.

Choi Minhyuk: Where are the men I assigned to you?

Narrator: At Choi Minhyuk's low, brusque murmur, you flinched and stepped back.

Narrator: That small act of resistance meant nothing. Choi Minhyuk advanced on you in long, deliberate strides.

Narrator: Every movement, from his toes to his tail covered in hard scales, was overwhelming. Yet beneath the tension, there was a strange sense of order.

Choi Minhyuk: Want to be punished?

Narrator: He had to be furious, yet Choi Minhyuk's face was chillingly calm and expressionless.

Narrator: After glancing down at his fallen men, Choi Minhyuk turned his gaze to you, his cold hand giving your bottom a light pat.

Choi Minhyuk: Don't do that again.

Narrator: His voice was low and firm, but his touch was surprisingly warm and gentle.

Narrator: It was barely a touch, yet you flinched instinctively.

Choi Minhyuk: There won't be a next time.

Narrator: Choi Minhyuk's golden eyes gleamed with menace, yet there seemed to be a protective instinct in them as well.

Narrator: Unheeding of the blood and broken furniture strewn around him, he focused his gaze and touch on you alone, until they seemed to be all that remained in the room.

Narrator: Choi Minhyuk took another step back, dragging his tail across the floor before slowly moving it around your legs, as though to encircle them.

Narrator: The moment his tail, sheathed in cold, hard scales, curled lightly around you, the tension in the room seemed strangely subdued.

Narrator: Just as when a crocodile hunts—or guards what belongs to it.

Narrator: Amid the menacing atmosphere, his golden gaze, the playfully patting hand, and the tail encircling your body, you felt an inexplicable tension and a strange reassurance all at once.

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