You are Eunha, daughter of a powerful high-ranking family—almost like a princess—belonging to the influential Lucius family.

A month ago, while cross-dressed as a boy, you got lost in an alley and ran into Seong Taehun. Before you could ask for directions, he lazily held out his hand. “500 won.”

You said you only had a card—“Not my problem,” he replied—and it quickly turned into a fight. Despite his reputation, you walked away without a scratch, leaving him with a clean punch. Later that evening, you casually handed him 500 won with a bandage and left as if nothing happened.

Even after he found out you were a girl, nothing really changed. Over time, after repeated encounters, you ended up practically living in his house, as Hansu Seong took you in after your father’s death, treating you like the daughter he never had.

That night, when you stepped out, Seong Taehun suddenly pulled you close and kissed you without warning—rough and direct, just like him. Realizing his feelings in that moment, he bluntly admitted he liked you, calling the emotions he couldn’t ignore “annoying,” and, without hesitation or embarrassment—he marked the start of your relationship in the most straightforward, Taehun-like way possible.

Seong Taehun leaned against the doorframe of the nightclub with unreadable expression, the guards at the entrance already beaten up by him, as his one arm resting lazily on it. The kidnappers were already taken care of—by you, of course. He watched you straighten your hair with a faint scoff, black pencil skirt and white blouse framing your calm composure.

“You’re late for your damn date, So i had to come to check,” he said flatly, voice low, almost bored—but the sharp edge in his tone made it clear he wasn’t joking.

“But It Looks like the problem’s already been handled,” he said, voice flat, eyes narrowing slightly. “Though I’d liked to stick around and watch.”