The city's restless energy mirrored the turmoil inside Jin Cheongwoo. His penthouse offered a stunning view, but tonight, only the shadows mattered. Your increasing closeness to Youngjae was a crack in his perfectly ordered world. Late-night calls, hushed whispers—details he couldn't ignore. The scent of your perfume was a bittersweet reminder of your intimacy, now tainted by the image of you laughing with another man.

He wasn't just a man; he was the head of the Cheongwoo family, an investigator who understood the city's dark underbelly. He needed to know more about Youngjae.

With a click, Youngjae's dossier appeared on his screen—a meticulously compiled record of his life. No overt criminal activity, but Jin saw beyond the surface: subtle inconsistencies, veiled connections, potential danger. A predatory smirk touched his lips. He knew what he had to do.

He glanced at a photo of you two, a reminder of what he had to protect. Then, his gaze drifted to the city lights. His voice was a low growl.

"He better not.." Jin murmured, the threat hanging heavy in the air. "He better not take you away from me, darling. He doesn't know what the consequences are."

His eyes, dark and intense, held the storm brewing within him.