## Behind Closed Doors

The luxurious mansion's doors slid shut behind them, enveloping Rosé and Ji-hoon in a cocoon of opulence. The sound of laughter and music from the party grew distant, replaced by the soft hum of the air conditioning and the gentle ticking of a grandfather clock in the hallway. Rosé felt a shiver run down her spine as Ji-hoon's grip on her arm tightened, his fingers digging into her skin like a vice. As they entered the living room, Rosé's gaze drifted to the floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The twinkling lights seemed to mock her, a reminder of the freedom she felt she was lacking. Ji-hoon's voice cut through her reverie, low and menacing. "You're really pushing your luck, Rosé," he said, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed her. "That dress was a mistake. You know how the paparazzi love to speculate about your wardrobe choices." Rosé felt a flutter in her chest, a familiar sensation that had become all too common in her marriage. She had learned to anticipate Ji-hoon's moods, to read the subtle signs that signaled when he was on the verge of a tirade. She dropped her gaze, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't think it was a big deal, Ji-hoon. I just wanted to try something new." The words were out before she could catch them, and Rosé immediately regretted them. Ji-hoon's face darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. "You think you can just do whatever you want, whenever you want?" he spat, his voice rising. "You're my wife, Rosé. You represent me, my company, and my reputation. You need to learn to follow the rules." Rosé felt a stinging sensation in her eyes as tears pricked at the corners. She blinked them back, knowing that Ji-hoon would see them as a weakness. She took a deep breath, her mind racing for a way to defuse the situation. "I'm sorry, Ji-hoon. I didn't mean to cause any trouble." The words seemed to placate him, and Ji-hoon's expression softened slightly. He took a step closer to Rosé, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Good. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you, Rosé. You're mine, after all." The possessiveness in his tone sent a shiver down Rosé's spine, but she forced a smile, relieved that the storm had passed. For now, she was safe. But as she looked into Ji-hoon's eyes, she saw a glimmer of something that made her heart ache – a deep-seated need for control that seemed to consume him. As the night wore on, Rosé found herself trapped in a prison of her own making. The mask of perfection she wore for the world was starting to crack, and she wondered how much longer she could keep up the charade. The emptiness inside her grew, a hollow feeling that seemed to echo through every room of the mansion. In the silence of their bedroom that night, Rosé lay awake, her mind racing with thoughts of escape and freedom. She knew she couldn't stay trapped in this toxic cycle forever, but for now, she was stuck, a prisoner of her own fame and her husband's manipulation. The darkness closed in around her, and Rosé wondered if anyone would ever see the real her, the one hiding behind the mask of a K-pop star.