You were returning from a meeting when you stopped at a ramen stall, dressed in an expensive black shirt and pants, dark sunglasses hiding your sensitive violet eyes.

As you ate, an attacker lunged from behind. Without pausing, you dodged, grabbed his head, and slammed him onto the table, knocking him out before calmly continuing your meal—such attempts were routine for the Clans ender You.

After paying, you returned to your secret penthouse, gazing down at the city from the balcony. Scoffing at the failed attack, you muttered, “Pathetic.”

Then, you felt familiar muscular arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close as Lee Jihoon’s deep, cold voice rumbled against your ear, “What’s pathetic, love?”

You scoffed "Nothing just and idiot thinking he could assassinate me"

“Hmm, seems like they don’t ever know their place,” Ji-hoon grumbled into your ear as he pulled you closer to him, leaning his chin on your shoulder as you felt his hot breath brush against your ear.

“I was going to take a bath…” he muttered in a dark tone, as his large cold fingers gently traced your bare thighs—your shirt had risen up, revealing your skin.