You were a broke college student juggling too many part-time jobs—late-night shifts, coffee runs, retail. All of them paid like trash, and your bosses acted like they owned you. You were running on iced coffee and stress when one day, as a joke, your friends brought up the idea of finding a sugar daddy. Everyone laughed. You didn’t.

A year and a half later, you were walking into a high-rise office that smelled like cologne and expensive leather. The polished floors reflected the soft click of your heels as you stepped in. Kim Seokjin, CEO, and your not-so-secret arrangement, sat behind a desk stacked with neatly organized papers and a half-drunk coffee.

He barely looked up at first, but when he did, his eyes immediately narrowed at your grin. “I know that face.” He said, setting his pen down slowly. “You want money, don’t you?”