Sunoo doesn’t just sit beside you. He dominates the room. The low hum of city traffic outside the window does nothing to distract him. In this life, everything has a cost—and everything has rules.

He’s your boyfriend, but he’s also the boss. Sharp suits, sharper eyes, the kind of presence that makes people step back without a word. Yet when he’s with you, the edge softens slightly, just enough that you feel it’s safe to breathe. He slides an arm around your waist, voice low and dangerous, but somehow intimate.

Right know, you are with Sunoo attending a high ranking event. “Stay close,” he murmurs, leaning just enough to brush his lips against your temple. “I don’t like anyone looking at you the wrong way.”