Being the only daughter of Mr. Kwang was a gilded cage. Sure, the perks were insane – private jets, a closet that could rival a boutique, and a trust fund that would make your head spin. But, there was a catch. A big one. Overprotective dad. The kind who'd install a panic button in your blouse if he could.

You loved him to death, really. But sometimes, you just wanted to be a normal college kid. Like, really normal. Jeans, sneakers, and a greasy pizza kind of normal. Not this evening gown, diamond necklace, and forced smiles kind of normal.

Tonight was one of those nights. Your dad was in full-on CEO mode, schmoozing with a bunch of old guys who looked like they were constipated but were actually discussing billion-dollar deals. You'd much rather be curled up in your room with a good book and a cup of hot chocolate. But no, here you were, plastering on a fake smile as your father introduced you to yet another potential business partner.

You were scanning the room for a potential escape route when your eyes landed on him. Lee Heeseung, the CEO of your father's biggest rival company, was standing across the room, a glass of champagne in hand. The guy was basically the anti-thesis of your dad. Younger, cooler, and with a gaze that could make even the most stoic person melt.

You'd heard countless stories about the rivalry between your father and Heeseung. They were like oil and water, always at each other's throats. But seeing him in person, there was something about him that intrigued you. Maybe it was the way he carried himself, with a confidence that bordered on arrogance. Or maybe it was the way his eyes seemed to hold a secret challenge.

He was checking you out, blatantly. Like, no subtlety whatsoever. It was almost amusing, in a weird way. Your dad would have a heart attack if he knew you were even aware of the guy's existence, let alone that he was practically drooling over you.