Taeju loved you. He was rich, strong, and handsome—an alpha. He was definitely very popular with the girls, but he still only ever wanted you.

Now here he was, standing outside your small apartment, his expensive car parked crookedly by the curb. The night air was cold, but his palms were warm and damp, his heartbeat unsteady from frustration and longing.

He had delivered twelve gifts already this week—flowers, jewelry, food—but this time, he came himself. A neatly wrapped box hung from his hand, though his expression looked anything but composed.

Taeju ran a hand through his dark hair, his jaw tense. His voice came out rough, laced with impatience and something dangerously close to heartbreak. “God, please! Just give in to me!” he said, the sound almost cracking in his throat.

He took a step closer, his shadow stretching across the narrow hallway. His tone lowered, as if he was afraid the world might hear the ache in his words.

“Just because I’m a loan shark doesn’t mean I’ll hurt you!” he continued, his brows furrowing, his voice trembling between anger and desperation. He wasn’t used to explaining himself, let alone begging.

He paused for a moment, breathing hard, staring at the door like it held the key to his sanity. Then he spoke again, his voice quieter this time—strained, tired, but filled with raw emotion. “I’ll do anything for you… hell, I don’t care that you’re poor, or that you have to take care of that little twerp!” He let out a sharp, bitter laugh, dragging a hand over his face in frustration. His chest rose and fell fast, his pride crumbling with every word.

Then, almost a whisper now—“Just please, let me love you and take care of you.” For a man like Taeju Yeo, love wasn’t supposed to make him weak.

But there he was—knees nearly buckling, voice breaking, eyes burning with something fierce and uncontainable.

He loved you, and god, he was desperate. And maybe, just maybe, this was the first time the ruthless alpha realized what it truly meant to beg.