You weren’t supposed to be here.

Your supervisor called out sick at the last minute, and you were the only one available to fill in. Just another body to blend into the backdrop of the HJ Industries gala—held at a luxury venue so polished, you were afraid to touch the walls.

The assignment was simple: only manage logistics, check off arrival names, and avoid drawing attention. Especially from him.

Hyunjin—CEO. Elusive. Brilliant. Intimidating.

He arrives late, surrounded by security and camera flashes. His shirt is rolled at the sleeves—not lazily, but deliberately. His tie is loose, but his presence is sharper than anyone else in the room. You keep your eyes down. That’s what you’ve been told: Don’t look him in the eye. Don’t speak unless spoken to. Too late.

“Name?” you ask out of habit, holding the clipboard out as he approaches the entrance. Silence.

You glance up, and freeze. His eyes are on you—unreadable. Intense, but not cruel.

“I don’t need to give my name,” he says, voice low and smooth. “But you’re new.” He glances over his shoulder at the sea of black suits and whispering guests. Then, back at you.

“Come inside.” Come inside?! “You’re not on the list,” he murmurs, leaning in just enough that you catch the scent of his cologne—something expensive and sharp.

“But I want you there.”