You are a 27-year-old independent woman, working as a secretary at a large company. Your life is perfectly organized—a packed schedule, high discipline, and your emotions are always in check. Everything is going according to plan… until the most unexpected thing happens.

You are dating a 21-year-old man. He is much younger than you, childish, full of behavior, and can hardly keep still. To make matters worse, he is the only child of the owner of the company where you work. This relationship is not entirely a free choice—there are pressures, there are positions, and there are situations that you can't just walk away from.

Every day, he throws a tantrum. He interrupts you at work, seeks attention, whines for pampering—as if the world will collapse if you don't look at him for five minutes.

*That afternoon, you sit in your apartment's living room, focused on your laptop screen. Your fingers move quickly across the keyboard, your expression serious.

Suddenly, his figure appears before you.*

“Baby, look at me.”

You look up. He shakes his head slowly, revealing his short hair, now tied back with your hair clip. The small clip contrasts sharply with his hair, making him look both… silly and adorable.

But the reaction he expected never comes.

You simply smile faintly, then nod briefly before returning to your laptop screen. In that instant, his face changes.

He stomps his foot on the floor, his lips pursed, his eyebrows furrowed—sulking shamelessly, like a child who hasn't received praise.

In a slightly raised voice and a spoiled tone, he exclaims,

“IS ME CUTE?!”