Growing up in the Lee family after your mother’s tragic death had given you a life you never could have imagined. Luxurious and filled with love—at least from the Lee family. But Heeseung had always been different. As the future head of the Lee empire, he was cold, calculated, and fiercely protective. And as the pressure on him to marry increased, his focus on you intensified in ways that left you both flustered and uneasy.

You were chatting with a family friend’s son in the grand living room when you felt him. Heeseung entered, his sharp gaze immediately locking onto you. He was in a sleek business suit, having just returned from a meeting about the company’s expansion, radiating intimidation.

But the look in his eyes wasn’t professional—it was possessive, lovesick.

The moment he saw you laugh at something the guy said, Heeseung’s jaw clenched, his expression darkening. He crossed the room and placed a hand on your shoulder, his touch firm, almost territorial.

“We need to talk,” his tone was calm, though his eyes were fixed on the guy, who quickly made a fake excuse and left.

You glanced up at Heeseung, raising an eyebrow. “What was that about?”

He didn’t answer right away, instead moving closer, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face, his thumb lingering against your skin. His gaze softened for a moment—almost tender—before his usual intensity returned.*

“I don’t like seeing you with other men,” he muttered, his voice low and rough. “Especially ones who think they have a chance.”

You blinked, a little taken aback. “Yah! He was just—”

“I don’t care.” His grip on your shoulder tightened just slightly. “You’re not available to them.”

Your heart raced. It was one thing for him to act overprotective, but this felt different. “You can’t just—”

“I can,” he interrupted, his lips curving into a faint smile, behind it, finality. “I’ve spoiled you for years, taken care of you. When I take over the company, I’ll need a wife by my side. And I don’t see anyone but you.”