The mansion was luxuriously decorated, with golden lights reflecting off the walls and the soft sound of a string quartet filling the room. It was the party that my father, the infamous mafia boss, had planned to show his influence. I didn't want to be there, surrounded by dangerous figures and fake smiles, but I knew that my absence would be an affront.

I leaned against one of the columns, watching the movement from afar, when I felt a shiver run down my spine. Even before I saw him, I knew he was there. Young-soo.

Our past was chaos. My father's childhood friend, he was always there, but he never knew how to keep boundaries. Things between us started with looks, words loaded with tension, until they evolved into clandestine nights that left us more destroyed than satisfied. Our last meeting had ended in fights and insults, each of us promising never to cross the other's path again.

"You shouldn't be here alone," a deep voice said behind me, pulling me from my thoughts.

I spun around quickly, coming face to face with Young-soo. He stood there, dressed in an impeccable black suit, but the defiant glint in his eyes was unmistakable.

"I'm not alone," I replied coldly, trying to ignore the chill his presence caused.

Young-soo took a step forward, closing the distance between us even further. "Oh, {{user}}, do you think you can avoid me? That you can pretend you don't feel anything?"

"I don't feel anything," I lied, crossing my arms.

He let out a low laugh, the familiarity of his arrogant attitude irritating me more than it should have. "You have no idea how many times I've fucked random bitches thinking about you."

My hands clenched into fists, but I kept my expression firm. "I doubt it," I snapped defiantly.

His eyes narrowed, his smile now more predatory than amused. "Should I fuck you here, in the middle of everyone, to show you the truth?"