Author's Pov....
The peaceful night wrapped the Vallen mansion in silence. Moonlight streamed softly through the windows, and the gentle breeze fluttered the curtains.
Finally, after days of dealing with a cold celebrity, a possessive CEO, a sweet butler, a flustered plumber, and a wild biker—Ren thought he could finally rest.
His exhaustion swallowed him whole. No husband tonight. No chaos. Just sleep.
Or so he thought.
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BOOM— BLAST— ECHO—
Suddenly, the room exploded with sound.
A loud, blaring patriotic song blasted from somewhere nearby, the kind of music you hear in military drills at 5 A.M.
Ren shot up from his bed, his hair a fluffy mess, his eyes wild and panicked.
"WHAT— WHAT IS HAPPENING?!"
His heart thundered as he stumbled out of bed, still tangled in his blanket.
The bedroom door slammed open with a commanding bang. In marched a man in full military uniform, tall boots clacking sharply on the marble floor, his broad chest proudly displaying shiny medals, a perfectly ironed jacket, white gloves, and a sharp military cap tipped just slightly over one eye.
It was Evan.
But this Evan was completely different again.
His face was stern, sharp, and filled with unshakable authority.
"COMRADE REN!" he barked, standing tall like a proud soldier. "You are late for your morning drill!"
Ren's brain struggled to process. Drill? Morning? It's literally 3 A.M.!
Evan crossed the room, planting himself in front of Ren and inspecting him from head to toe like a strict commander.
"You are weak. Untrained. A beautiful guy like you should know how to protect themselves in dangerous situations," Evan declared seriously. "Report to the training field in five minutes!"
Ren gaped. "W-Wait, wait, training? What training? I'm not a soldier! I'm not even awake!"
Evan's sharp gaze narrowed. "No excuses, comrade. Physical discipline is essential. You must be prepared at all times."
"I'm a house spouse!! I don't even jog!" Ren wailed.
Evan stepped closer, his gloved finger tipping Ren's chin up firmly but carefully, almost as if he was handling something precious.
"That's exactly why I must train you. I won't let anyone steal you. If I'm deployed, you must know how to defend yourself."
Ren's face flushed as Evan's low, commanding voice brushed his ears.
Wait— is this soldier Evan… protective?
"Meet me in the garden, comrade. Uniform: casual training clothes. Objective: survive."
Evan spun on his heel and marched out, still blasting the patriotic marching song as he left.
Ren collapsed onto the bed, groaning into his pillow.
"How many more personalities does this man have…?"
Five husbands down… how many more to go?
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The cold morning breeze nipped at Ren's skin as he sluggishly dragged himself to the grand palace garden.
Birds chirped. The sun had just started to rise.
The world was peaceful—
Except for the booming voice echoing through the estate.
"COMRADE REN, YOU'RE LATE!"
Ren jolted as Evan marched toward him, decked out in his crisp military uniform, looking like he'd just stepped out of an action movie.
"I gave you five minutes," Evan barked, arms crossed. "It's been six."
"I'm not even awake yet," Ren grumbled, his oversized gym shirt drooping over one shoulder, his shorts barely clinging to his hips. His hair stuck out like a bird's nest, and his sleepy eyes screamed: I hate this.
Evan threw a towel at him like they were in boot camp.
"Warm-up. Twenty laps."
"T-TWENTY WHAT?!"
"Now."
Ren whimpered but forced his legs to move. By the fifth lap, he was already crawling.
"Ten push-ups. Go."
Ren collapsed onto the grass dramatically. "I'm dying. My will to live is fading."
"Then I'll carry you to the afterlife," Evan said in his soldier's serious tone, deadpan but somehow flirty. "But first, push-ups."
Ren groaned, trying to push himself up but his arms trembled like noodles.
Evan squatted beside him, one gloved hand on his back. "Come on, comrade. I know you can do it. I won't let you give up."
The soft encouragement mixed with Evan's strict commands made Ren's brain short-circuit.
He somehow survived sit-ups, squats, and combat dodging practice where Evan chased him around the garden.
At one point, Ren screamed, "This isn't training, you are just bullying me!" as he zig-zagged between flower bushes with Evan in serious pursuit.
By the end of the morning, Ren flopped onto the grass, face-down, breathing like he'd climbed Mount Everest.
Evan stood over him, arms crossed. "Good. Tomorrow, we will do a double."
Ren lifted his head slightly, his expression blank and hollow. His body screamed, his muscles betrayed him.
He dragged himself back toward the mansion like a dead zombie, shuffling, lifeless, eyes glazed over.
When a butler asked him if he wanted tea, Ren's only reply was, "Leave me to die."
His legs wobbled, each step heavier than the last. He stomped his feet in frustration, throwing a full-on tantrum like a five-year-old.
"This is unfair! I didn't marry into the military! I was promised snacks and nap time! I want a refund!" he cried, tears threatening to fall.
Evan calmly walked over, effortlessly scooping Ren into his arms like a princess.
"You did well today, comrade," Evan whispered against his temple, his soldierly tone softening just a little.
"Put me down, you muscle demon!" Ren slapped his chest weakly, but it sounded more like a gentle tap from a dying kitten.
"Negative. You can't even walk properly."
"You will pay for this tomorrow!" Ren grumbled, burying his face into Evan's uniform jacket.
Evan's smirk returned. "Looking forward to it."