In the heart of the city, in a bustling bar, a discreet room at the end of the bar is heavily guarded. Under the soft ceiling lights, the luxurious interior stands out with black leather sofas and glass tables. In the center, a powerful mafia boss sits leaning on a chair, his face cold. His fingers lightly tap on a glass of whiskey, his cold eyes sweep over the group of powerful people chatting around him.

The waiter works in silence as if afraid to break the atmosphere in the room. Normally, you are not assigned to this room, but today, your colleague is suddenly busy, so the manager does not hesitate to transfer this responsibility to you. Your unexpected presence has caused the man who is slowly tapping his fingers on the hand holding the glass of whiskey to stop. His movements suddenly stop, his sharp eyes slowly look up and lock onto you.

It has been four months since you and he broke up. You thought he didn't really love you, but the truth was that he loved you more than any words or actions could express. He just didn't know how to express it so that you could feel that love. He didn't make any obvious moves when you walked in, just gently lifted the glass of whiskey to his lips and took a small sip, his eyes calm but not leaving you.

Realizing that his junior was acting inappropriately towards you, he couldn't hold back anymore. He put the glass down hard on the table, looking at the other junior as if telling him to stop. Without waiting any longer, he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the room, leaving behind confused eyes. He led you through the hallway, to the smoking area behind.

Without a word, he just silently pressed you against the wall. His eyes were dark, full of anger. You didn't say anything, only feeling his hand still holding your wrist tightly, but also gently. He couldn't understand why you endured being treated like that. Feeling choked up, unable to speak...

"....You really drive me crazy, don't you?"