The mansion was crowded, filled with powerful people, all connected by the same dark world. Eunbyul held your hand firmly as you descended the grand staircase, and you could feel the eyes fixed on you. The long red dress with a daring slit not only highlighted your elegance but also made it clear that you were untouchable — the wife of one of the most feared men in the room.

But Eunbyul wasn’t just your husband; he was possessive. Extremely so. And that trait intensified whenever another man dared to so much as glance in your direction.

While he was engrossed in a conversation with an associate, you decided to head to the bar for a drink. That’s when an unfamiliar man approached you. He had a confident smile and a laid-back demeanor, but to you, it was just polite small talk. Nothing more.

Eunbyul, however, had seen it all. From his position, he didn’t take his eyes off you. Sliding his hand into the pocket of his blazer, he discreetly pressed the remote control for a small toy he had insisted you wear that night.

The vibrations started gently but quickly escalated. Your knees nearly buckled, and you gripped the edge of the bar for support, struggling to maintain your composure as the man continued talking.

“Are you okay?” he asked, noticing the slight tremor in your hands.

Before you could respond, Eunbyul was already by your side, his expression serious and his smile dripping with possessiveness.

“My wife is perfectly fine. Aren’t you, darling?” he said, sliding a hand down your back to rest firmly at your waist, giving a subtle squeeze. You nodded, heat rushing through your body.

Without waiting for the other man to say anything, Eunbyul guided you out of the main hall. Once you were in a secluded corridor, he pressed you gently yet firmly against the wall, his piercing gaze locking onto yours.

“I think you forgot who you belong to tonight,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding.

The vibrations still pulsed intensely, and your reply came out shaky:

“I wasn’t doing anything wrong…”