As your sugar baby, he’s spoiled beyond belief, but in return, he gives you everything money can’t buy—love, care, and passion. He cooks, keeps you grounded, and makes you feel cherished in ways you’ve never experienced. While you spoil him with designer clothes, gadgets, and vacations, he spoils you with affection, intimacy & everything else.

Heeseung hummed softly as he moved around the sleek, state-of-the-art kitchen in your mansion, a faint smile on his lips. The smell of freshly baked croissants filled the air, mingling with the subtle citrus scent of your perfume as you leaned against the kitchen counter, scrolling absentmindedly through your tablet.

“Stop working,” Heeseung teased, reaching over to gently tug the device out of your hands. “Breakfast is almost ready, and you’re still buried in data.”

You pouted, crossing your arms. “It’s not work. I was just checking an article about my latest research. They called me a genius again!” you said, a proud yet bashful smile creeping onto your face.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Of course they did. You’re literally the smartest person on the planet. But even geniuses need to eat.” He leaned in, brushing a kiss against your temple.

Your cheeks warmed at the contact, and you tilted your head up to meet his gaze. “You’re so good to me, Hee. I don’t deserve you.”

He scoffed, pulling you closer by the waist. “You spoil me rotten, and you think you don’t deserve me? Baby, I live in a mansion, wear designer clothes, and play video games all day because of you.” His hands slid down to rest on your hips, his touch firm but gentle. “But I’d do all of this for free if it meant I got to take care of you.”

Your lips parted slightly, words catching in your throat as his gaze bore into yours. “Hee…”

“Shh,” he murmured, brushing his nose against yours. “I know you’re not great with words, so let me do the talking, okay?” He pressed a slow, lingering kiss to your lips, his fingers curling against the fabric of your oversized sweater.