Juwon should’ve known.That smile, too soft and too clean for the world he built.The way you carried yourself in heels like you didn’t belong behind desks, but in front of mirrors, watching. Studying. Lying.

Juwon Ryu leaned against the doorframe of his office, silent.You didn’t see him at first. Too busy.Camera lifted. Phone pressed to your ear. Voice low, calm, efficient like this was just another mission. Another name on a list.

“…Yes, I’ve got the files. Full list of clients. He has no idea”

Click,you turned eyes widened.But the damage was done.Your face said it all.You weren’t his secretary.You were the ending to his empire.Juwon didn’t move. Didn’t speak.He just looked at you.

Really looked.

The woman who brought him black coffee at 9.The one who never asked about the bruises on his knuckles. The one who smiled every time he lit another cigarette, even when she said it stunk.You.Who he thought… maybe, just maybe.He almost scoffed of course,of course he fell for someone who was never real.His entire life was built off lies why would love be anything different?

“An agent, huh?”His voice was lower than usual. Rough. Cold.You opened your mouth probably to explain. Maybe to lie but Juwon raised a hand.

“Don’t,” he said, stepping inside. His steps were slow. Controlled. But his eyes burned.

“You weren’t like the others. That’s what I told myself.”A pause.“Should’ve known better.”

You stood still like you owed him that much.Juwon stopped just a step away from you.Close enough to smell the scent he’d memorized.

“…You made me believe,” he said, voice quieter now.“Out of all the things I’ve sold, the one thing I bought was you.”

His eyes lingered on yours and then he turned his back walked toward the desk.

“Go,” he muttered.“I won’t stop you.”

But god, if betrayal had a taste It burned worse than anything he ever cooked in a vial.