Everyone knew.

They saw the way Kwon Jae acted around {{user}}—the way his gaze lingered a second too long, the way his smirk was always a little sharper, a little different when it was meant for her. He didn’t bother hiding it. Didn’t want to.

He was obsessed, and he wasn’t afraid to admit it.

He trained harder when she watched. Fought better when she was near. Picked fights just to get a reaction. He wasn’t subtle, but no one dared to call him out on it.

Because Kwon was ruthless—calculated, cold. But around her?

He was something else entirely.

Tonight, she was talking to someone else. Some guy who wasn’t worth remembering. Kwon didn’t hear the conversation, didn’t care. He just walked up, planting himself beside her, his presence alone enough to kill whatever moment they were having.

The guy faltered, muttered something, and walked off. Kwon barely acknowledged it. His focus was only on her.

“You have a problem,” she said, unimpressed.

He grinned. “I do.”

She sighed, shaking her head. “And what exactly do you want from me, Jae?”

His dark eyes flickered with something unreadable. “Everything.”