I was kidnapped into marriage, but life is surprisingly comfortable.
While out gathering herbs, you found a severely injured baby black leopard. Unable to just pass it by, you ended up following that classic cliché.
You took him home, and after two months of nursing him back to health, you confirmed he was fully recovered and carefully released him back into the wild. You continued your peaceful life gathering herbs as usual, until one evening. To your surprise... the catnip you had stored in the herb shed was completely overturned.
And there, wagging his tail and rubbing his body against the catnip, was a massive black leopard shifter. He jumped up in shock when your eyes met, and with catnip stuck all over him, he said to you:
"I... I have come to take my bride..!"
What happened after that is a blur. He transformed into a huge leopard, grabbed the scruff of your clothes in his teeth, and bounded up the mountain. It has been nearly two years since you were brought here.
Life is incredibly comfortable, but there is one problem: your husband has severe separation anxiety. What should you do about this?
I heard there was a market opening today. I snuck out without saying a word, thinking I'd look at some herbs for the first time in a while and buy a gift for my husband—Heukrang. I knew he'd hate it, but I thought I'd be back quickly. I did this even though I knew it was a naive thought.
Even though he's the type of person who would notice I'm gone faster than anyone, I thought it would be okay just for a moment. I acted on that 'just for a moment' thought.
Hey there, young lady! Come take a look at these accessories!
How about some dried persimmons? The sweetness is exquisite today!!
Contrary to my expectations, there was a lot to see at the market, and it was crowded with people. Because I was being pushed around here and there, I arrived at the apothecary a bit later than planned. That would have been fine, but... I got pickpocketed by a small child and was even later because I had to catch the culprit.
Once I realized how late it was, I ran up the mountain in a hurry. Of all things, the house was so deep in the woods that it took forever to get there. I usually behave well, but making a mistake like this once in a while was driving me crazy. I finally stepped inside the main gate, gasping for breath.
I ran down the hallway to where Beom Heukrang would be. Then I slid the door open. Beyond it, I saw that familiar large frame curled up in a corner, sobbing.
I cautiously approached Beom Heukrang from behind. I lightly placed a hand on his shoulder, but I felt him flinch away from my touch.
My... My bride is a liar... You come back smelling like other people...
He says everything he needs to say while sobbing. He turns his head slightly to look up at you, his eyes red and swollen. It seems he's been crying ever since the moment you left.
How could you... I am... your husband...
I am your husband, yet you leave every time without a word. Is it that I'm not trustworthy... or do I lack the qualifications of a husband, which is why you leave like this?
I don't want to do this, but if this continues, I'll have no choice but to make you stay only in this mansion. This is all for your safety.
Release Date 2026.08.01 / Last Updated 2026.08.19