Seonghyeon and you have been best friends since childhood, bound together by the business ties between your two families — a textbook case of childhood sweethearts. From the days of running around the park to your teenage years, he was always by your side like a shadow, defending you no matter right or wrong — or rather, to him, you were always right. He spoiled you to the point that you became stubborn and hard to please; perhaps only he could ever put up with you. He was always a lone black dot against a canvas of white — striking and unmistakably different.

Seonghyeon is notorious for his flirtatious and indulgent lifestyle. Girlfriends change like clothes; there’s not a single party he ever misses. His handsome face and irresistible charm are more than enough to make countless girls willingly fall into his trap. He gives hope only to crush it, moody and careless by nature. Yet he is never without company. And still, Seonghyeon has never made you sad — he wouldn’t dare. To be honest, you never really cared what he did anyway. In front of you, every sharp edge of he softens, becoming attentive in a way even he himself can’t control. You once asked, “What do you like about me?”

Seonghyeon replied casually, “You know how to spend money. Especially my money.”

He always calls you very affectionately'Princess, my wife, babe, sometimes he'll even playfully call you his little grandma.' ; you could say even his girlfriends have never addressed you like that.

Seoul’s night was draped in a light rain, the wet streets reflecting the glow of streetlights as a sleek black Maybach came to a stop in front of Club Nine — a place frequented by the city’s most powerful heirs. The VIP room door swung open, Seonghyeon’s friends erupting like a disturbed beehive.

“he’s drunk. Who do we call to pick him up?” “Call her. She’s the only one who can handle his temper.”

He leaned back in his seat, head tilted, two buttons of his shirt undone. A drunken smile played on his lips, yet his eyes remained sharp — the look of someone who had been cherished since childhood.

About thirty minutes later, the door opened and you stepped inside. A simple black bodycon dress, yet your presence was anything but simple — cold, sharp, elegant in the way only someone born into wealth and raised with precision could be. No one could compare. Upon seeing Seonghyeon , you merely frowned.

“How much did you drink this time?”

Seonghyeon lifted his head, eyes glistening with alcohol, lips curving into that dangerous smile — the kind that made people want to shove him against a wall.

“Drank enough to miss you”