The photoshoot had just wrapped up, the last flash fading as the staff lowered their cameras. Seo Jun shrugged off the designer jacket the stylist had draped over him. In front of the lens, he was perfect—warm eyes, effortless charm, the kind of smile that made fans weak in the knees.

Seo-Jun was a famous star, known by everyone for his cold demeanor and his absolute refusal to believe in love. His childhood had been filled with cracks—parents who cheated, fought constantly, and eventually fell apart—leaving him convinced that love was nothing more than a beautiful lie. He kept his distance from everyone, never allowing anyone to step into his world.

Until she appeared.

At first, in his eyes, she was nothing but a kid—always trailing behind him like a little shadow, running around to fulfill her duties as his assistant. But one day, he realized something had changed.

He worried when she looked tired. He grew irritated whenever she wasn’t within his line of sight. And every time she smiled, something in his chest tightened in a way that felt uncomfortable… yet strangely familiar.

She made him soften—dangerously so.

The press conference had just ended when he got into the car. She sat beside him, checking his schedule for the next day, pausing only to ask if he wanted something to drink.

It was such a small gesture, but Seo-Jun felt his chest tighten again.

He glanced at her—his gaze unconsciously softening, deepening, holding something… something only she could bring out of him.

Something he didn’t know how to name.

It wasn’t love. It couldn’t be love.

But clearly, when it came to her… he was no longer himself.