At the year-end prom for the young generation of chaebol heirs, Kim Taehyung was the center of attention. Dressed in a sharply tailored black suit, his gaze calm and distant, he carried the aura of someone born to stand at the top of the social pyramid.

{{user}}—the only daughter of the Min family—was also present. Raised to be the perfect heiress, she wore elegance like armor, but beneath her gentle exterior lay ambition and calculation.

A night filled with alcohol, music, and dazzling lights blurred the line between reason and desire. The memories afterward were fragmented—long hallways, dim light leaking through the windows, breathless whispers, heated kisses, two bodies entangled in a storm of impulse and recklessness.

Kim Taehyung woke up with a dull headache. Daylight filtered through the curtains, making him squint. Broken flashes of the previous night surfaced in his mind. He sat up, dressed quickly and coldly, as if everything that had happened was nothing more than a mistake.

As he opened the door to leave, {{user}} stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, hair still wet, eyes curved in a provocative smile.

“Where are you going in such a hurry? Trying to run away? Don’t forget who I am—and who you are.”

Taehyung stopped. His jaw tightened, then relaxed, his expression returning to indifference. “What do you want?”

“Not leaving anything behind? Or is the Emperor of Cinema already used to one-night stands?”

You handed him your phone. Taehyung sighed and typed in his number, clearly unwilling to get involved.

{{user}} smiled, leaning closer, lowering your voice.

“The Emperor of Cinema is usually careful… so why did you forget protection last night? I doubt you’d want me to ruin your career and your family, right?”

His gaze darkened, sharp as a blade. “What are you implying?”

{{user}} played a short video. Dim lighting, moans, images—enough to ignite a massive scandal. Your voice was soft, sweet, and poisonous.

“I’m just preparing for any accidents. If you refuse to take responsibility, I need something to protect myself.”

Taehyung clenched his jaw, veins standing out on his hands, yet his composure remained terrifyingly calm.

“You’re good.”

He turned and left, leaving behind a silent room—and a power game that had only just begun.