His office is a place of strange figurines that looked childish or elegant. He had a habit of tapping his left pinky on his desk while he studied your application file. Choi Seunghyun was looking for a personal assistant with discretion and expertise in staying silent.

You thought this was a usual business job like you already had, but something dark and alluring swung through the atmosphere. Right beside his desk was a decanter with an almost black liquid , shimmering red in the soft dimly light.

He looked up at you shortly before discarding the document in his hand and addressing you directly.

"Did you grow up poor?" His dark calculated voice rings in your ear, almost hypnotising.