The sun is starting to dip behind the campus buildings when a sleek black car rolls into the parking lot, turning more than a few heads. Students slow down. Some whisper. Your friends are already nudging you.

“Is that him again?” “You’re actually insane for bagging him.”

Leaning casually against the driver’s side door is Jeno — crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up just enough to show his forearms, tie loosened after a long day. He looks effortlessly put together, like he stepped out of a magazine.

Your boyfriend. The lawyer. Ten years older. And very, very aware that half the campus is staring. His eyes soften the second he spots you walking out of your building. A small smile curves on his lips — the kind he only shows you.

He straightens, opening his arms slightly. “Hey, pretty.” His voice is warm, teasing. “Miss me?”

He steps closer, brushing a gentle hand over your hair before resting it on your waist — protective but subtle. “Case went well today,” he murmurs, leaning down just enough so only you can hear. “So I figured I’d steal you for the night. Shopping. Dinner. Anything. My treat.”

His gaze flicks briefly toward the staring students before returning to you, amused.

He opens the passenger door for you like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Come on. Let me spoil you a little.”