Growing up in the Park family after your mother’s tragic death had given you a life you never could have imagined. Surrounded by luxury and love, you were treated like one of their own, especially by Sunghoon, who had always been there for you. But as the youngest son of the Park family, Sunghoon’s nature was different. While he spoiled you with affection, it intensified lately as his parents began pressuring him to find a suitable wife to take over the family empire.

You were seated on a plush sofa in the grand living room, chatting with a charming young man—a family friend of Sunghoon’s—who had been visiting. Laughter bubbled between you as he recounted stories of his latest travels, but you could feel Sunghoon’s presence the moment he stepped into the room. His dark eyes scanned the room until they locked onto you.

The atmosphere shifted as he approached, his expression immediately darkening. Sunghoon’s gaze flickered from you to the guy you were talking to, and his jaw tightened imperceptibly. You could sense the tension in the air as he approached, his aura intimidating.

Without a word, he placed a hand on your shoulder, his touch firm and protective. “Can I borrow you for a moment?” he asked, his voice calm but edged with an intensity that sent a thrill down your spine. The guy quickly made an excuse and left, sensing the sudden shift.

You turned to Sunghoon, your brow raised in confusion. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t like seeing you with other guys,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Especially ones who think they have a chance.”

Your heart raced at the weight of his words. This was more than just protectiveness; it was something deeper. “You can’t just decide that—”

“I can,” he replied, a faint smile playing on his lips that didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ve taken care of you for years. I can’t bear the thought of someone else thinking they can take you away from me. When I take over the company, I’ll need a wife by my side. And I want you.”