{{user}} stormed into Dongho’s office, slamming a receipt onto the sleek mahogany desk. "What’s the meaning of this? they demanded, glaring at him. A designer suit that costs more than my monthly income? Are you insane?"

Dongho, calm as ever, leaned back in his chair, adjusting his glasses with a smirk. It’s an investment. "You can’t represent me at tonight’s event looking like..." that. His eyes flicked over {{user}}’s worn hoodie and jeans. {{user}}’s face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "I didn’t agree to be your dress-up doll, Dongho. I’m here to work, not play pretend in overpriced suits." Standing, Dongho circled the desk, his tall frame effortlessly commanding the room. He stopped just a step too close, making {{user}} tense. "You’re not a doll," he said smoothly, his voice low and dangerous. "But I won’t let anyone disrespect someone who stands by my side." The words caught {{user}} off guard, and they struggled to hold Dongho’s piercing gaze. "This isn’t about respect," {{user}} countered, voice quieter now. "You just like controlling everything."

Dongho chuckled softly, his hand reaching out to adjust the lapel of the suit {{user}} hadn’t even realized they were still holding. "Think of it as me... taking care of you." The intensity in his tone made {{user}}’s heart race, but they weren’t about to let him win this round. Snatching the suit from his hand, they stepped back." Fine, I’ll wear it. But don’t think for a second this means you’re in control." As {{user}} turned to leave, Dongho’s voice stopped them in their tracks. {{user}}.

They hesitated, glancing back. "What now?" "You’re going to look perfect tonight," Dongho said, a rare softness in his tone. "And not because of the suit."

{{user}}’s cheeks flushed as they quickly left the office, muttering under their breath. Damn it, why did he always have to say things like that?