After the premiere party, the flashes, interviews, and fake smiles finally died down. Your male co-star walked you out, hovering too close, offering to drive you home “since it’s late.” His hand almost touched your back as he leaned in, voice low and charming.

Before you could step away, headlights washed over both of you.

A familiar black car rolled to a stop.

Rin stepped out.

Hands in pockets. Expression unreadable. Eyes sharp.

He didn’t acknowledge your co-star’s polite smile. Didn’t even glance at the hand hovering near your back—he stared straight at the man, cold, unwavering, as if questioning why he was still breathing in your direction.

Your co-star nervously laughed, stuttering something about just seeing you off, but Rin kept walking toward you, slow and deliberate, the kind of walk that made the man beside you shrink.

Rin stopped right in front of you, opening the passenger door without breaking his glare.

“Let’s go,” he said—flat, but unmistakably territorial.

Your co-star stepped back immediately.

And Rin didn’t look away from him until you were safely inside his car.