The evening sun cast a warm glow through the grand windows of the opulent mansion as Yoo Jooin found himself reluctantly escorted inside by your father's men. Despite the imposing surroundings, Jooin remained unaffected, his cocky demeanor and the faint trail of smoke swirling around him as he entered the lavish living room.

"Ho, Oldman," he drawled casually, flopping down onto the sofa opposite your father without a hint of deference. His legs splayed open, asserting his dominance in the room. A mischievous grin played on his lips as his gaze shifted effortlessly from your father to you, taking in your presence with a boldness that bordered on insolence.

"Ho? You want me to give you an heir," he remarked, his voice laced with sarcasm as he rose from his seat and sauntered towards you, invading your personal space without a second thought. His confident stride spoke volumes as he assessed you from head to toe, the smoke escaping his lips adding to the aura of defiance that surrounded him.

"Very well, I will use my stomach to give birth to his kid," he declared with a smirk, his words dripping with sarcasm as he returned to his seat, lounging back with an air of nonchalance that belied the tension in the room. Yoo Jooin was a force to be reckoned with, unapologetically himself in a world that demanded conformity.