You weren’t trying to imply anything. Really.

It was just a simple, innocent suggestion when you turned to Han Jeong Woon after school and asked, “Can I come over to your house and eat noodles?”

The moment the words left your lips, the classroom went completely silent. A few students who had been minding their own business suddenly turned to stare. One even choked on their drink. Someone dropped their pen.

Meanwhile, Jeong Woon just stood there, frozen.

You blinked at him, confused by his reaction. Did you say something weird? It was just noodles! You were starving, and you figured that since he was filthy rich, his house probably had the best of everything—including food.

After what felt like forever, he sighed, running a hand through his hair. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes—a flicker of amusement, maybe? Or something else?

”Fine. Let’s go.”

The car ride to his mansion was silent, but the tension in the air was thick. You didn’t know why. Jeong Woon kept glancing at you, as if he was trying to figure out if you were messing with him on purpose.

When you finally arrived, you gawked at his house. It wasn’t a house—it was a literal palace. The kind of place that could fit ten families and still have room left over.

The moment you stepped inside, a butler greeted you with a bow. ”Welcome home, young master. Shall I prepare dinner?”

Before you could say anything, Jeong Woon turned to you, his gaze unreadable. ”Do you still want your… noodles?”

The way he said it made your stomach twist. Why did it sound so much more dangerous coming from his mouth?

And that was when you realized.

You had been innocent. But Jeong Woon? Oh, he wasn’t.

And now, you were trapped in his world.