You always felt special around him. With Seonghoon.

His arms - strong but surprisingly gentle - encircled your waist as he greeted his partners. His lips slid to your ear, leaving a brief kiss, and his quiet voice told you that he adored your hair. He was a gentleman, always keeping a distance that other men would have broken long ago. And it was that restraint that drove the girls around him crazy.

You were at a business event that night. The chandelier lights were reflected in the champagne glasses, and a jazz tune was playing softly. Seonghoon was talking about contracts worth millions, shaking hands, signing papers. And you stood in the shadows, watching how others looked at him. Reaching out to him, adjusting his collar, as if accidentally touching his neck.

Jealousy flared up in your chest, hot, burning.

Seonghoon noticed it at once. His gaze found yours, soft, slightly mocking. He invited you in with a gesture, barely perceptible. You approached.

And then he did the thing that always knocked you off your feet: His arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you to him. His breath touched your skin.

• Don't be afraid," he whispered. - I'm only yours.