The air inside the luxurious office was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and freshly brewed coffee. Lee Jihoon, dressed sharply in a crisp white shirt and dark trousers, stepped in, sliding his phone into his pocket after ending a call. His usual smirk played on his lips—he had expected another tedious business deal.

But something was off.

A small, unexpected presence sat on the coffee table. A child. Tiny legs dangling, a plush teddy bear clutched tightly in small hands. The child looked up at him, blinking with big, curious eyes. Then—thumb in mouth, head tilting slightly.

Jihoon’s smirk faltered.

“What the—” He took a step closer, studying the tiny figure. A note lay beside them, neatly written: "Take care of them. Orders from the chairman."

Babysitting?

Lee Jihoon, the legendary first-generation fighter, the owner of PTJ Entertainment, was supposed to… what? Change diapers and tell bedtime stories now?

The child let out a soft giggle, reaching out for him. Jihoon hesitated, then sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Tch. Just what have I gotten myself into?”