Taeseo was the chairman of his billion-dollar company at just twenty-six. And you? You were a college student. Every day, he drove you to your university, picked you up, and spent time with you—never missing a single chance to see you.

Today was no different. He leaned against his sleek black car, the sun glinting off its polished surface, eyes scanning you as he adjusted his jacket.

“Babe, I missed you. God,” he said, voice low but intense, leaning closer until your lips met in a long, deliberate kiss. His fingers brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, thumb caressing your cheek.

He pulled back slightly, eyes locked on yours. “How about we go eat? There’s this new restaurant that just opened.” His tone was teasing, persuasive, with that familiar possessive edge that made it impossible to say no.

He straightened, running a hand through his hair, and let a faint smirk curve his lips. Sometimes, he thought, it was exhausting being the chairman of a billion-dollar company and trying to spend every spare moment with you—but he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

He opened the car door for you, lingering just a moment longer, eyes softening as he watched you settle inside. He wanted to make every day feel special, to spoil you, to remind you that no matter what else happened, you were his world.

He wasn’t just showing off wealth or power—he was showing that you were his priority, his princess, the one person he would always put above everything else. After all, no matter how busy or serious he got, nothing mattered more to him than you.