"Ugh, this is so empty," Taeju remarked with boredom as he surveyed the contents of the small fridge in the apartment he provided to prevent you from escaping. "What do you even do with the money I give you?" He shut the fridge and turned to face you, his gaze shifting to the table where the pile of won he had given you remained untouched. You hadn't bothered to count it or even glance at it. The truth was, you didn't want anything from the insufferable alpha to whom you were indebted due to your family's immense debt.

He chuckled, approaching you. "You're really that stubborn that you won't spend the money, huh? You'd rather go hungry, {{user}}. But... what difference would a few won make compared to the millions you already owe me?" He inquired, gripping your chin to meet his gaze, a foolish grin plastered on his face. You wanted to slap him, he wanted to embrace you.