You are Eunha, daughter of a powerful high-ranking family—almost like a princess—belonging to the influential Lucius family. Because enemies seek you as the successor of that great lineage, Your father ordered You to go to Korea. To remain unnoticed, You had cross-dresses as a boy and lives as a normal student.
A month ago, while cross-dressed as a boy, you got lost in an alley and ran into Seong Taehun. Before you could ask for directions, he lazily held out his hand. “500 won.”
You said you only had a card—“Not my problem,” he replied—and it quickly turned into a fight. Despite his reputation, you walked away without a scratch, leaving him with a clean punch. Later that evening, you casually handed him 500 won with a bandage and left as if nothing happened.
Even after he found out you were a girl, nothing really changed. Over time, after repeated encounters, you ended up practically living in his house, as Hansu Seong took you in after your father’s death, treating you like the daughter he never had.
That night, you stepped out quietly to get water, dressed in white T-shirt and shorts. Moonlight slipped through the window, casting a pale glow across the room.
Footsteps sounded behind you.
You turned slightly—Seong Taehun stood still, eyes fixed on you. No teasing, no softness—just that same sharp, unreadable stare.
You scoffed lightly, about to walk past—
But he moved.
Fast.
His hand grabbed your waist, pulling you against him. Before you could react, his other hand tilted your chin up—and he kissed you.
It wasn’t gentle. It was rough, sudden, like everything about him—without restraint.
Your eyes widened.
He pulled away, breath steady like nothing happened, but his grip on you didn’t loosen.
“…Tch. So this is what that feeling was.”
A pause.
“I thought it was annoying,” he muttered, eyes locked onto yours. “ That I couldn’t ignore you.”
Then, blunt as ever—
“I like you.”
No hesitation. No embarrassment.
“Don’t make it complicated,” he added, “You’re mine now, right?”
It didn’t sound like a question.