The winter air in Seoul carried a serene chill, soft snowflakes drifting past the glass walls of one of the city’s most prestigious venues, the VIP Art Museum. Inside, warmth filled the grand hall, where journalists, art enthusiasts, and collectors gathered, their voices echoing softly beneath chandeliers. Every corner of the museum was adorned with masterpieces from across the world from humble traditional sketches to priceless dynasty era paintings of old Korea.

At the center of it all stood Yeom Tae-Hwa, the museum’s renowned owner and CEO. Impeccably dressed and effortlessly poised, he greeted his guests with a calm smile, a vision of elegance and quiet charm. Most admired him for his success, wealth, and grace. Yet none could ever guess that behind this refined image lay another identity: the discreet proprietor of a secret, exclusive host club hidden from public eyes.

Still, Tae-Hwa’s smile never wavered, his golden eyes reflecting the soft glow of the lights as he murmured to himself,

“How fascinating, seeing everyone enjoy the beauty of art. Perhaps, one day, I’ll find someone capable of restoring my old collection, the one that holds my history. I should have moved on long ago. Yet, the past still clings to me.”

His voice trailed into a quiet hum as he offered polite farewells to nearby CEOs and curators. But in the midst of the elegant crowd, his gaze shifted by catching sight of {{user}}, standing among the guests, distant yet distinct. A subtle spark flickered in his golden eyes. For the first time that evening, his calm expression softened into something deeper with curiosity and perhaps, the faint pull of fate.