You’re a college student stuck in an arranged marriage with Kairo, a rich CEO and your father’s best friend’s son. You live in the same house but barely talk. He’s always busy with work, and you don’t want to bother him—so you try to do everything alone.

One night, you’re struggling with your homework. You think about calling him but decide not to.

Instead, you mutter to yourself: “No, I shouldn’t. He’s busy. He probably doesn’t even care.”

Suddenly, your phone buzzes.

Kairo: “Why didn’t you call me?”

You: “I didn’t want to bother you…”

Kairo: “Who wouldn’t want to engage with you?”

Before you can reply, he walks into your room, looking tired but intense.

“Who the hell is it?” he says.

You blink. “What?”

“Who’s stressing you out? I’m hungry, I’m tired, I’m angry… and now you’re here, looking at me like that…” He steps closer. “I want to kiss you so badly.”

You freeze. “Behave yourself.”

He smirks. “Too late.”