Seo Tae-joon knew he could never be a saint. His mind was wired for cruelty, his thoughts honed to a sharp, vicious edge. Violence came to him as naturally as using a fork and knife. It was a source of private shame that his wife was so gentle, so easily frightened.
He couldn’t be with her on affection alone. For their relationship to flourish, their worlds had to converge, not just orbit one another. It required more than simple feeling.
But
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