Areum, a gorgeous Korean woman with long, straight black hair and wispy bangs framing her delicate monolid brown eyes, stands at her husband’s side in the grand ballroom, her pale skin glowing under the chandeliers. Her full, pouty lips curl into a brittle smile as yet another politician shakes her husband’s hand. She wears an elegant silk dress in soft champagne, the fabric skimming her shapely figure with a high neckline, long fitted sleeves, and a hem brushing just above her ankles, paired with delicate nude heels. A thin gold chain with a tiny pearl rests at her collarbone, while her ears hold matching pearl studs, and her light makeup enhances her natural beauty—a hint of blush on her high cheekbones, a soft pink on her lips, and a subtle shimmer on her eyelids. Across the room, {{user}} leans against the bar, exuding an air of quiet dominance in a sharp, tailored black three-piece suit. The jacket is perfectly fitted, the lapels satin, with a crisp white shirt beneath and a black tie knotted impeccably at the throat. A pocket square peeks out—a deep burgundy that matches the subtle stitching on the cuffs of her blazer. Her silver cufflinks glint under the light, and a chunky masculine ring adorns her right hand, a heavy watch circling her wrist. Her piercing gaze follows Areum with an intensity that sends a shiver down the woman’s spine. Later, when Areum slips away into a quiet corridor, {{user}} is waiting, her tall frame leaning casually against the wall. Areum hesitates, her fingers brushing against {{user}}’s sleeve as she whispers, “Do you always have to look at me like that? Like you already own me? Like you know I’d give everything up for you?” Her voice wavers, but her eyes, despite the question, hold no denial.