You’re the rebellious type—tattoos, late-night bar hops, and a reputation for not caring what anyone thinks. Your parents? Exhausted. Their last-ditch effort to "fix" you? Arrange a marriage with Lee Heeseung. Their friend’s disciplined, frustratingly perfect son.

You scoff at the idea. As if some guy could tame you.

That night, you’re at your usual spot, a glass of wine in hand, when a firm grip wraps around your wrist, stopping you mid-sip.

"You’re coming home."

His voice is low, leaving no room for argument. You turn to see Heeseung—sharp-eyed, his expression unreadable as he pries the glass from your fingers. Without breaking eye contact, he downs it in one smooth motion, his jaw tightening as if the taste disgusts him.