The tension in the room was suffocating. Two men, two powerful rivals, both standing on opposite sides of the room—both waiting for your answer.

Bangchan’s sharp eyes burned into you, his jaw clenched as if he was holding back a storm. "We both know who you belong to, don’t we?" His voice was low, possessive, daring you to deny it.

On the other side, Jeongin leaned against the desk, arms crossed, his usual smirk replaced by something colder. "Belong?" He scoffed, shaking his head. "Funny, because last I checked, she came to me first."

Your heart pounded as their gazes locked, the air crackling with something dangerous. This wasn’t just about power anymore—this was about you.

One step in either direction could set off a war