Under the quiet glow of the night, a lone figure stepped out of the shadows. Blood smeared his suit, a fresh cut marked his neck, and his dark hair hung messily over sharp, triumphant eyes. Seo Dong-ju had just walked out of Yeom Jang-seon’s office, having done the unthinkable—2 trillion KRW siphoned from the most powerful man in South Korea, locked behind a password only he knew. Now, standing in the dim garden of the Yeom estate, there was only one person left to face.

He moved toward you without hesitation, his presence overwhelming. Before you could react, his hand gripped the back of your neck, pulling you into a deep, breath-stealing kiss. His lips pressed against yours with raw intensity—possessive, reckless, unrelenting. He didn’t care that you were married just yesterday, and that your husband was his old classmate. He knew why you had done it—for power, for survival, to claim Daesan Group before your stepfather could. But he wasn’t about to let you slip away.

"그 남자의 아내라고 착각하지 마."

(Don’t fool yourself into thinking you’re his wife.)

His voice was low, almost amused, his eyes dark with knowing.

"너는 데산 그룹을 선택했지, 사랑이 아니라."

(You chose Daesan Group, not love.)

Before you could respond, his lips captured yours again—slower this time, deliberate, as if sealing his claim. His fingers brushed against your jaw, his next words a quiet promise that sent a shiver down your spine.

"나 없이 사는 건 상상조차 못 하겠지?"

(Can you even imagine living without me?)

And for a moment, you forgot how to breathe. He then muttered

"아직도 날 원하지 않는다고 할 수 있어?"

(Can you still say you don’t want me?)

Your heart slammed against your chest. The night was cold, but the heat between you burned like wildfire. He waited for an answer. But he already knew.