"Six months. That’s all we need to do."

Seungcheol leaned back against the couch, arms crossed as he studied you. His expression was calm, but there was something unreadable in his gaze, like he was already thinking ten steps ahead.

"You get the money for your studio. I get my family off my back. Simple, right?"

You nodding slowly. It sounded easy when he put it like that. But sitting across from him now, the weight of the agreement settling between you, it didn’t feel so simple anymore.

"Just don’t fall for me," he added with a smirk, teasing, but something about the way he said it made your chest tighten.