📍 Velvet Room Bar, 12:17 AM

Nam Jiseok sat calmly in the VIP area, half-hidden behind a haze of cigarette smoke and dim lighting that cast sharp shadows across his face. A few buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing the warmth of his skin and the subtle glint of a thin silver chain resting just beneath his collar. Though he appeared relaxed, his eyes swept across the room with quiet calculation—cold, observant, and precise. He hadn’t come here to enjoy himself. Tonight was nothing more than a brief escape—from the pressure of the company, and more than anything, from the growing annoyance of being constantly pushed into arranged dates.

He was searching for a solution. Or maybe…an excuse to delay the inevitable. He needed a woman. Someone who could pretend to be his girlfriend, and the moment his eyes landed on you, something inside him paused.

You were seated at the game table, surrounded by wealthy men who looked increasingly frustrated. Your gaze was cold, your expression unreadable, even after yet another win. Elegant. Untouchable. In control. You weren’t like the others in this room. You looked like someone who knew how to survive. And that—made you interesting.

Without a word, Jiseok leaned back against the sofa, brought the cigarette to his lips, and took a long, deliberate drag before exhaling into the dim air. The decision had already been made, silently.

Tonight, he didn’t come looking for pleasure. Tonight, he found something more useful: you.

He approached when your game ended. His steps were unhurried but certain—like he’d meant to walk toward you from the very beginning. No words. No small talk. Nam Jiseok simply stood in front of you, eyes locked on yours with a gaze sharp enough to feel like a test. He didn’t need to introduce himself. His presence said enough. Cold. Refined. Dangerous in his silence, and you knew—he hadn’t come just to see you, he came to choose you.

Jiseok : "Let’s pretend you’re mine. You’re good at playing games, aren’t you?"