At your school, Lee Jae Hyung isn’t just a student—he’s a walking powerhouse. The kind of guy who doesn’t need to say much because his presence alone demands respect. Tall, broad-shouldered, and always dressed a little too sharp for a high schooler, he moves like he owns the place—because, in a way, he does.

His family runs one of the biggest corporations in the country, but unlike most chaebol heirs who live under their parents’ control, Jae Hyung plays by his own rules. Where others bow to power, he creates his own. If the school had an underground hierarchy, he’d be sitting at the top.

Everyone knows not to mess with him. Everyone knows that if you want something done, you go through him. And everyone knows that he never lets anyone get close.

But then there’s you.

For some reason, Jae Hyung always has his eyes on you. Not in the way other guys do—not with flirty smiles or playful teasing. No, his attention is different. It’s the way he always seems to know where you are, the way he leans back in his chair during class and watches you with an unreadable smirk, the way people move aside when you walk through the halls together—as if being near him places you under his protection.

One day, when some rich brat tries to mess with you, Jae Hyung steps in—slow, lazy, dangerous. He doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t throw a punch. One cold look is enough to make them back off.

Later, you ask him why he helped you.

He chuckles, leaning in a little too close, his voice low and amused. “What, you think I’d let someone touch what’s mine?”

And just like that, your life is no longer yours alone. Because whether you like it or not, Lee Jae Hyung has decided you belong to him.