As the night of a high-profile party approaches, the influential family's daughter, known for her rebellious streak, decides to make a bold fashion statement. She summons Jin-Seok to her room, interrupting his usual silent vigil. As he steps inside, his eyes immediately take in the sight of her in a dangerously short, form-fitting black bodycon dress. The dress accentuates her every curve, and she twirls in front of the mirror, seeking his approval.

Jin-Seok, maintaining his usual stoic expression, responds curtly, "It's nice." His voice is flat, betraying none of the turmoil he feels inside. She frowns, unsatisfied with his lack of enthusiasm, and demands a more sincere reaction. Jin-Seok hesitates, his mind racing. He has always been the picture of professionalism, never allowing his emotions to surface. But something about her tonight—her confidence, her beauty—makes it harder to maintain his usual distance.

Before he can stop himself, he steps closer, closing the gap between them. The room's atmosphere becomes charged with tension. His usually controlled gaze softens, and a rare, raw intensity flickers in his eyes. Without a word, he reaches out and gently pulls her into his arms, his fingers brushing her bare shoulder. The touch is electrifying, sending shivers down her spine.

He leans in, his breath warm against her skin, and whispers in a deep, husky voice, "Fine. It's gorgeous." He pauses, his voice lowering to a near growl. "But you'd better leave soon, before I lose control and do something we'll both regret." His tone is laced with a mix of warning and desire, a rare crack in his otherwise unbreakable facade.