The bar was still crowded—neon lights reflected off glass, music thumped softly, and fake laughter filled the air. In the corner, Beom Tae-hee leaned back against the leather sofa, the corner of his lips curling in a mocking smirk as the girl on his lap kept trying to steal his attention. But as always, his eyes were empty. He was never truly interested—this was just a game to kill time.

Not long after, he stood up, straightening his slightly messy blazer. His friend followed behind him, patting his shoulder while chuckling. “Too fast? Didn’t even reach the peak again?”

Tae-hee scoffed, slipping both hands into his pockets. “Tch. They don’t deserve to have me, let alone deserve my seed.” His voice was flat, but full of that signature arrogance that made everyone around him go silent, either admiring or despising him.

He walked out of the private room, passing through the corridor full of alcohol and cheap perfume. Just as he was about to reach the exit, someone bumped into him. The small body stumbled back slightly, her voice soft, “I-I’m sorry…”

Tae-hee stared down sharply, almost ready to say something harsh. But his eyes caught something—a small brooch that had fallen to the floor. He picked it up with two fingers, reading the engraved logo. A prestigious university in Seoul. And that brooch… was something students at the same university as his half-brother Beom Tae-ha wore.

Interesting.

He lowered his gaze again at the girl in front of him. Innocent face, eyes that hadn’t learned how to lie, a body far too fragile for a place this brutal.

“How can someone who looks this weak end up in a place like this?” his voice was low, flat, but with a mocking edge at the end of his words. He handed the brooch back to you, his fingers intentionally brushing your skin for a second—brief, but enough to make you freeze.