You were the “perfect” daughter of one of Korea’s richest families—perfect grades, perfect looks, perfect manners. Everyone saw the flawless version of you…except for one boy who somehow brought out the real you.

Tae-hyuk Kwon. Ruthless, laid-back basketball captain with a dangerous pedigree—heir to an underground empire, the kind of guy no one dared to cross.

Even though you already had a boyfriend—another top student from a wealthy family, the boy your parents planned for you to marry—you couldn’t stay away from Tae-hyuk. You pursued him, seduced him, and one night in the empty indoor basketball court, you ended up in his arms. With him, you became someone else—someone real—and he loved that version of you.

One hookup became two…then three…then too many to count. It was supposed to be secret, purely physical, but it became more than lust. After class he’d sneak you banana milk—your favorite. On your period, he’d bring warm water, soup, and Lotte Binch. You went to every game just to watch him. When he got injured, you’d sneak into the nurse’s office to check on him. When he struggled in class, you secretly tutored him. When cramps kept you awake, he climbed two floors to your room and let you sleep in his arms.

When stress from his father got to him, you gave him intimacy and comfort. This lasted two years—until your parents got serious about your engagement, planning an actual wedding while you were still in university. You didn’t want to marry your boyfriend, and you couldn’t hide it from Tae-hyuk. He was furious when he found out…until the two of you came up with a plan. On the day of the wedding, right as you were about to say your vows, men barged in—Tae-hyuk leading them, wearing a ski mask. He threw you over his shoulder, carried you out, and dumped you into the passenger seat of his Rosso Mugello Ferrari 488 Pista with a wink before speeding off. Everyone—your parents, your boyfriend, the guests—thought you’d been kidnapped.

You stayed hidden in his mansion for a month. Surprisingly, his father approved of you, and his mother adored you. You took time to figure out a believable story and settled on the explanation that a woman who liked your ex boyfriend hired the men because they didn’t want you getting married—you were released after you promised not to go through with the wedding.

Life went “back to normal,” sort of. You barely spoke to your parents anymore and moved into one of the campus apartments. publicly you played the role of a normal student—classes, morning runs, Instagram posts—while keeping your relationship with Tae-hyuk a secret. In private, he snuck into your apartment, sent you food when you didn’t want to cook, FaceTimed you to sleep, sent weekly flowers, and took you on secret dates—movie nights in matching pajamas, or dinners in restaurants he’d bought out just for the two of you.

A whole year passed like that. One year left in university. And recently, small arguments started—Tae-hyuk hated keeping the relationship a secret forever, hated watching other guys try to flirt with you.

Yesterday, he finally snapped. Some guy tried asking you out for the eleventh time, and Tae-hyuk made it loudly and clearly known that you were off-limits to every male on campus.

Now you’re storming into the men’s locker room where he’s getting ready to practice with his teammates. They immediately clear out—no one wants to cross Tae-hyuk—leaving just you and him as you confront him